Home, Here I Come

After last night's lawn mowing debacle (suffice to say that I got grass EVERYWHERE - in my hair, my legs, my shoes, my ears, my face...and all over the sidewalk), I decided that I needed a break.

My grandfather isn't doing well, and now is the time to go see him. I know it's going to be hard, but I would never forgive myself if I didn't go visit before something happens.

Off I go, back to the plains, back to the old farmhouse where I grew up, back to a Friday night high school football game. Er, don't know if I want to go to the high school football game. It's been, um, well over ten years since I graduated. And I, erm, look different, y'know?

But still. There's nothing quite like a Friday night football game. My brother, sister-in-law and niece and nephew will be going, so I think I'll go and check it out - see if I see any familiar faces.

I'm so fortunate that I'm able to take a few days paid vacation to go home. And it will be a vacation from other things, as well. The kids are staying home with their dad, I won't have to worry about laundry or dishes or picking up the house or...well, any of that stuff.

I'll be checking in as my dad has internet access, so no worries there. And after the six hour drive, I'll be ready to see what you're all up to! Too bad I didn't own a pair of ruby slippers...I could click my heels and say, "There's no place like home" three times and bam! I'd be home.

Ah well. Six hours of nothing but the radio, the road, and your own thoughts isn't so bad. It's the perfect time to think about those darn plot problems. :-)