Sunday, June 04, 2006


Having lived in one hotel room after another for 20 of the last 28 days, I now know why rock stars trash hotel rooms.


I've been everywhere, man.

I return to chaos...Tall Son is moving out again (yippee!!...he's 28, folks) and while he keeps his body clean, he's otherwise much like Charles Schultz' Pigpen. Physical chaos surrounds him and moving means mess. So I have returned to mess.

When he's gone, though, I get to reclaim my space.

The oddest thing about returning home is...where are the beautiful blonde grandsons? We've been constant companions for 28 days and the quiet and lack of motion has me off-kilter.

I'll be back chattering away in a day or two, but for now I have much chaos to deal with.

Excuse me now while I go check in with my favorite blogs...


jo(e) said...

Welcome home.

Waveflux said...

Nothing like coming home. There's always this weird sense of quiet upon returning; it takes a while to get used to it. Hope your reentry goes well!