Ah, yes, I’m back, dear Reader. Back to my home, my blog, my blogging friends who were (and are) never far from my mind, my furry four-legged friends who I don’t think really missed us as much as they missed getting more than two meals a day. Then again, they might have missed our laps since our temperatures are a bit cooler these days. This picture isn’t very good, taken with my camera in poor light: Junior, our feisty, “I just wanna be outdoors all day”, male cat sacked out on my legs once the temperatures dipped toward the 60s. Yes, dear Reader. Our southern cats cannot abide the cold.
Junior crashed out on my legs.
We had a lovely trip overall. Aside from a bit of rain at the beginning, we had clear, sunny days for driving up to north NY, to visit my family. We gave ourselves plenty of time to drive so we had some flexibility with our itinerary, allowing us to make a detour to Gettysburg, PA, and to switch hotels at nearly the last minute when one day we realized we could drive further than originally intended.
I learned how to swim with whales, except these were land whales, or you might call them semi-trucks. On interstate 81 there often were more trucks than cars. Many times we found ourselves between two trucks with one truck cruising along side us on the two-lane road. It was … interesting.
We had only one rainy day in New York, but we were visiting relatives so that was fine. We spent time with my mother, who will be 92 this month, her remaining siblings, my sister and her husband, and two-thirds of their brood.
I met up with an old high school friend, someone I hadn’t seen or talked to in almost 40 years. It was to be a quick visit but, four hours later, we still had plenty we wanted to say and learn about each other. It was hard to say good-bye.
And much of the trip was filled with eye candy. Autumn is my most favorite season, but often when we’ve gone home, it’s been in summer or late fall, after the colors have started to fade. Our timing this time was perfect. It wasn’t riotous reds and oranges all the way, but that was part of the fun. We got to see some of the transition. Each day we drove off from my sister’s house, another tree was starting to turn.
Believe it or not, I took very few pictures. I was too busy enjoying the sights and often too busy driving anyway. My husband, however, took this “movie” of our drive away from Saratoga Springs where we had just spent the afternoon. Unfortunately, the movie is rather pixelated since it was taken with his iPad. But you get the idea of what we saw.
And, finally, a song that always makes me think of where I grew up …