Travels and Travails

I just got back from the Pocono’s (no I didn’t pick my nose) and am off to Cali for a few weeks. My family has a place in the mountains of Northern California that I have visited since I was born and it feels like home to me. I have a lot of friends that I met as a young child who return every summer, now with their own children, and I am looking forward to seeing them again. There is a small river that runs through the development and my kids will have a ball splashing in it, catching crawdads and building sandcastles.

They say you can never go home, but this place seems to be the exception. It never changes. My dad calls it a trailer park, but it really isn’t. Towering Redwoods, Douglas Firs, the dank and verdant smell of a river valley close by the Pacific Ocean; all contribute to a sensory experience that is overwhelmingly welcoming.

I will be a little silent, dial up is my only option, but don’t take it personally. I’ll return fresh, philosophical and less frenetic.

Peace!

Spike

Summer Update

Who doesn’t believe in karma? My son has ear tubes and his language has blossomed; my mother recovered fine, and I found employment in a better district for more money.

Unfortunately, I had to buy a new liner for my pool and my fridge and washer gave up the proverbial ghost. Of course, this happens after I have booked vacation travel arrangements. Needless to say, finances should be interesting this summer.

It is what it is.

Spike