All good things must come to an end; we’re back home, in hot, humid, Virginia. I’m sitting on the deck listening to the cicadas hum, slapping mosquitos off of my legs. The steady ‘whoosh’ of the dryer vent is a far cry from the gentle crashing of the waves that have filled my ear for the past week.
A bird is chirping in the dusk, somewhere high about me. A few visitors have been coming to the bird feeder I hung – I spotted one or two right before we left town, and quickly noted that the feeder was empty when we got back home. I filled it this evening, and will look for new friends in the morning.
I’ll finish my official vacation tomorrow (while trying desperately to prepare for top o’ the morning meanings and budgets – both due first thing Tuesday – without actually ‘working’). In the meantime, we’re enjoying settling in back home.
It was a good week, and we are blessed.
We usually make time for a trip to Emerald Forest Miniature Golf. It’s a great money-maker for them, and $55 for a night of fun for us – GULP! – but we usually have a blast. David is the best golfer of the kids – he got a hole-in-one and managed to have the best score of all his siblings. Almost beat the adults, too!
So it goes. Makes me think of a song by Ellis Paul, called ‘The World Ain’t Slowing Down’:
It sure isn’t. That’s not necessarily a bad thing; it’s just a heck of a wistful turn now and then.
All in all, it’s good to be home.