Besides the pocket omelet (thank you, Carolyn Renee, for that very apt description), this morning on my way to the sheep, I tripped over a goat (that would be you, Chicklet) and dropped an extremely large, 'ripe', pumpkin, which disintegrated in a tsunami of pulp and seeds up to my knees. This was after Bernie got so excited over her breakfast that she barfed it all up - in varying degrees over a variety of carpeted spots. The cats were so excited that I was back that they decimated three mice throughout the house. It was a detailed (read: graphic) lesson in rodent anatomy. The temps dropped to 28 and all the water buckets froze. One contained two drowned, semi-frozen mice.
Ah. Home. How I missed it.
Getting back into the groove this morning was more than a little bumpy - even counting all the 'homecoming' events. Luckily, the back-to-work routine is so ingrained in me that I didn't have to really think about it. If I had, I would have cried. But my house is clean, my laundry is done, there is soup in the freezer and a fresh list on the dry erase board. I am downshifting back into my routine - and it's as smooth as slipping into a pair of your favorite jeans. Home.
I picked up a couple of good habits on vacation - can you imagine that? I am reading more, marking my place with some special bookmarks that keep me looking ahead. I finished a book that I had forgotten in my library - "Floreana" by Margaret Wittmer. Something you should know about me - at the very top of my "Must Do In My Lifetime" list is to spend some time experiencing the Galapagos Islands. The Blue Footed Booby captured my imagination in my early childhood and has never released its grip. I want to see the sea iguanas and the finches and the birds and the rocks and the sea. I want to go somewhere that is still wild.
Okay. Back to Earth. This book was written by a woman who moved to this island from Germany in the 1930s with her husband and stepson. It is an amazing, heroic, fascinating account of their triumphs over the extremes of the island and the constantly changing political landscape. It is a terrific read.
I am spiffing up my vocabulary - using words like "serendipitous", and "nebulous", and "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." Beware. I am trying to get more sleep - those bags under my eyes were beginning to morph into steamer trunks. I am embracing my inner Pollyanna. And I am going to start drawing again. Holy crap, as Kay would say! Life. It is good.
(Sorry for the shock - I thought it was time for a new look. Feedback is welcome...xxx)
You go girl!! I think all homesteaders forget about 'me' time. And nobody needs it more.
Welcome back Susan!
Nothing like time away to put everything into perspective. I admire your goal to go the the Galapagos Islands. I too find them fascinating. It is so good to have big goals in addition to knocking out the day to day ones.
Jane - And you? Do you get enough 'me' time? There are just so many 'thems' and only one 'me', so it's a struggle.
DFW - Thank you!! I couldn't agree more on all counts.
I LOVED this post. Every last word.
Home---it is THE best place on earth, decapitated mice, vomit, whatever. Can I toss skunk spray into that mix?
Seems someone had an epiphany during her little trip? I hope you enjoy your new outlook on life. It sounds exciting!
Sue - Epiphany! I'm adding that to my new and improved vocabulary list. You guys will be so sick of me.... Because I like you, you may toss skunk spray into that mix. But not here, at the Little Lucky, por favor. I LOVE home, but not quite as much with eau d' le pew (Pardon me, Sylvia, for butchering the French language).
Isn't it funny how a little trip can change your whole perspective of things? Welcome back.
SFG - Sometimes, that's all you need. Thank you, it's good to be back.
The pooch ate a PUMPKIN?? Was the outcome as technicolor as I suspect? Ripe pumpkin innards are disgusting as is; I can't imagine them after being in the bowels of a canine then brought back up. And of course, on the carpet.
Very sophisticated looking blog background. At first, I wondered if I was on the right blog, or if somebody kidnapped you and was writing as you. But after the dogpumpkinvomit story, I was pretty sure it was you. But now, I can't even remember what the OLD blog background looked like!
CR - Looks like I'm going to have my hands full promoting my new image - especially if I'm more renowned for dogpumpkinvomit. Actually, it wasn't half as colorful as all that - it was kibble laced with chicken bits. Sort of bland/gross. The pumpkin threw up as itself. THAT was colorful. And gross.
There's no place like home (click heels)... :)
Love the spiffy new blog look! Go easy on us with the big words now, okay? There really is no place like home...frozen waterbuckets , dead mousies, exploding pumpkins, sick puppies and all!! Isn't it wunnerful?! :)
It's been my experience that taking a vacation does that to a person. A jolt to the routine that makes us see it in a different way. I often come back wanting to make changes (that actually sometimes happen, too!). Adequate amount of sleep = good.
Debbie - That would have been a whole lot easier than driving four hours and change!
Candy - Yes, every gooey, gory bit!
Linda - THAT is the key. Actually making the changes. But this vacation brought about a change in attitude which will help (fingers and toes crossed). The sleep thing is still a bit bumpy, but we're making progress.
I like the new look of the blog. Fall-ish! Glad you had a good time on vacation.
The animals sound like they missed you too :/
Nice pics..SOPO hahahaha
Our neighbor went to the Galapagos Islands. (He vacations in the strangest places. Iceland, Mongolia, etc. He's determined to spend his retirement money!) He highly recommends taking a trip to the GI, but you've got to want it. Sounds like you do! Start saving your pennies!
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