Saturday, August 20, 2005
I'm back; and I'm dirtier than ever
I want to write a fulsome post about my vacation, but I am sitting in the middle of a living room full of dirty clothes and Ziploc-brand baggies full of sandy toiletries. My motherly neuroses won't let me spend much time on anything but tidying.
For the moment, let me say this: We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, but the wine and the songs made the seasons, uh -- all go wrong?
No. Let me say this: It was a great family vacation, full of sun and sand and campfires and lots of discoveries for the baby.
Good to be back. I like baths, I like real toilets and I like my own dishes, however mismatched and chipped. Most of all, I like my bed.
I want to write a fulsome post about my vacation, but I am sitting in the middle of a living room full of dirty clothes and Ziploc-brand baggies full of sandy toiletries. My motherly neuroses won't let me spend much time on anything but tidying.
For the moment, let me say this: We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, but the wine and the songs made the seasons, uh -- all go wrong?
No. Let me say this: It was a great family vacation, full of sun and sand and campfires and lots of discoveries for the baby.
Good to be back. I like baths, I like real toilets and I like my own dishes, however mismatched and chipped. Most of all, I like my bed.
# posted by becca : 9:09 AM
