It's cold

Ah! Home again. There’s no place like it, even when it’s cold. I had set the thermostat to 60 while we were gone and it was definitely 60 degrees and no more than that when we arrived. So, while the heater tried to take the chill off, we headed back to town to enjoy dinner in a warm place. Smart move!

It had been a great trip, getting to see Kitty and Dean, Mike, Erin and Sophia…and where they live. I love the fact that we can now imagine them at home and we can see that image of their homes. And speaking of Erin, she has surpassed most of us with her choice of a “kitchen counter trophy”… while we have added a mere Kitchen Aid mixer to our counters; she has a Jenn-Air mixer. Who knew they made mixers?

While it truly was a wonderful trip, the hassle of getting there and back never seems to change. Airports have become similar to Greyhound bus stations, except you don’t have to take off your shoes to get on a bus. Despite all of the money spent on airport remodeling and maintenance, it’s hard to see any difference between our airports and what I imagine they must be like in a third world country. Service is non-existent and it’s obvious that no one cleans the place.

Of course the cat is happy to see us again. We stopped at the veterinarian’s office on our way home and picked her up. We also learned that she has become quite fond of the staff now and was reluctant to leave at first. But as soon as she was home, she began racing from end of the house to the other, inspecting all of her usual haunts and then doing her best to stay close to me while trying to get me to “play”.