Home Again

I arrived home.

I was gone for two weeks. 14 days. When I got home it seemed like I was gone for much longer - it always does. I am always surprised that so few things have changed in the time I was gone or if they did change, how they managed to do so with out me. This year I had some actual things to check in on when I came back, the house down the street that was being gutted and remodeled is still perking along, they are now replacing all the sideing, the two houses on my drive to work that were in the process of being torn down when I left are now in the process of being rebuilt, the pirates have not changed their prices and the dangling limb of doom in the yard is still dangling. My hydrangea is less dead then I thought it would be. Life with out TV is a life with out structure or schedules or clocks. Time just seems to move at a slower pace when I don’t have TV.

I did read a lot. I really enjoyed most of them. I did enjoy the book by the Japanese author. I really hope that the Japanese people do not speak in the vernacular of 1940s pulp detective novels and if so, I hope they have a better grasp of our slang then the folks in the book did. It was hard to read and the people ran together for me. Anyway.

I also took pictures.

I took pictures of the cats. There was only so much reading I could do and remember, No TV! The kitty previously known as "Sweetie" has a new nom de’ blog. Her name is now Mini Kitty. Like a mini cooper, so much like a "real" cat, just so much smaller. She is tiny and she isn’t going to get bigger and yet she still kicked Mr. Kitty's furry butt and ate his food. Mean Mini Kitty.





Okay. Done with cats. Onto "real" pictures.









And if you still can't figure out why I go there every summer, these should do it.