(that's a golf-club-hiking stick my Dad's holding)
I'm sorry I didn't let you know we were flying the coop for a few days to experience our annual extended family get-a-way in the hills.
We had fun together, but my favorite part of any trip is coming home. I love our nest! And while birds feather their nests with sticks and such, I like to feather ours with antiques, of which I managed to find a few while gone.
The laundry machine is whirring...baseball game tonight...serious Alaska planning tomorrow.
There's no place like home, and I'm appreciating our little dwelling even more knowing we'll be leaving her again soon.
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