Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday…
…sorry about that, I told Elton John he could write the opening paragraph. And anyway, I haven’t even mentioned last night. There was a big family gathering at a local restaurant where the food was awesome, the waitress was right on the ball the whole time, and I ate a quite a lot of food for a skinny assed Limey.
And then today the weather went batshit crazy in a good way. I packed thermals and long johns and everything for coldy, cold coldness yet I spent the afternoon shedding clothes and wearing sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glare of 60-plus degree heat and shiny, shiny sun. I told you America loves me. And I love it right back.
What’s fantastic is that even after a couple of days I feel like I haven’t been away. Well okay, the kids are bigger and smarter and cuter and I saw a new road sign but basically being back with Scott and Kari is such a tonic for my soul. The weight and the anxieties I’ve been trying to plough through these past few months have lifted so much. I can smile more easily, relax more genuinely, open up my fullest being and let my soul breathe. How lucky I am to be able to have traveled here again.