And....we are home. It was a long drive back here, but it is always good to be home. Each time we visit Minnesota I renew my vow to play the lottery, cause that is the only way enough money will come our way to make Grand Marais our second home. I would not want to move so far away from the kids and friends here, but I would sure love to have a place we could bring them all to so we could enjoy it together...and then come back to this home.
After vacation reality is some times hard to step back into. I would love nothing more than to sit in this quiet house, knit, maybe kill a few zombies, and let the time go by lightly. Instead, I have promised my boss that I would meet her in Janesville to buy jewelry for the store, and then I have errands to run. I thought I had to go to the bank and Social Security office today(apparently my mother gave her broker the wrong social security number when she set up the account and now that number and the number on her death certificate do not match, so I must to verify the number before funds will be released... SO much fun) but, it is Columbus Day, so those things will have to wait until Thursday.
I do not listen much to the news, nor do I read the newspaper. If it isn't reported on NPR or The Daily Show, I probably don't know it's happening. I find that I can sleep better this way. The latest ridiculousness over President Obama's Nobel Peace Prize is the perfect example of why I choose to live this way. It keeps me from wanting to run screaming in the streets. That anyone can find contention in a prize honoring peaceful efforts makes me worry for the human race. Perhaps fear really is the biggest obstacle to peace.
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