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Looking up the street at the state capitol. |
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Across the street from where I work.
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I thought it would be interesting to share where I go every week day morning at 10:30, and what I come back to. It is also interesting to contemplate what those two words mean to me: Going. Coming. Going has a cold feeling - like going away.
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Wetlands behind my property. |
Coming always sounds warm and inviting, like coming home. I am a real solid dyed-in-the-wool homebody, so going is always difficult and coming home is glorious. Coming home is also accentuated by some beautiful views (when the days are longer than 2 hours). The views are very lovely on the going part of my daily commute - but, by being part of the going, they are not quite as lovely as they could be.
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End of the road. |
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If dinner isn't coming soon, I'm going to find
someone who loves me more. As if. |
Last Wednesday, I got to enjoy the overnight company of friends whom I love - and got to revel a bit in Deerhounds, my favorite 'breed' (besides Dachshunds - their polar opposite). I had to watch how much I gushed, as Scrappy is very sensitive to which way the love meter is turning. They brought me their last skein of Flora's yarn, which has instilled in me a need to skirt her fleece and get it spun. They also brought me some of their wonderful fingering weight Icelandic/Alpaca blend. There is no such thing as too much yarn!!! A looong winter stretches before me. Yah!
3 comments:
Too much fiber? I'm with you there - no such thing! It's a drug, I'm always looking for the next "score"! That's quite a contradiction in scenery you do every day - I bet that's wonderful hearing the crunch of gravel on your tires every evening as you arrive home :)
Even though it was many years ago, I can so remember commuting from our home in the woods to our jobs in the city every day. We, too, had an hour's commute one way. What different worlds: The work world and the homestead world. It's as if you are two different people, isn't it?
I think I rather like your coming home pictures! Makes you have something to look forward to at the end of a long day!
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