||[Aug. 10th, 2009|11:09 am]
Whole lotta labia.
It's really sad when my internet connectivity is better in a field in Pennsylvania than it is in my living room. We came home to find that our internet is out and the earliest appointment they could get me is Thursday. As Lala would say, "benches!"|
After seeing the weather forecast for Saturday night and realizing that I didn't want to pack up wet canvas again, I hustled along my packing plans and hit the road late Saturday afternoon rather than Sunday. Good choice, too. We had our traditional this-food-isn't-good-but-I-didn't-have-to-cook-it-myself dinner at the Garden Gate and then as I was pulling on to the on-ramp to I-79 the passenger tire of the trailer just exploded. I have a jack but no lugwrench for those really oddly sized bolts (13/16ths) so I was on the phone with AAA when Kostuch pulled up in front of me. Gen pulled up not long after and between the three of us we got the trailer jacked up and the spare off but still couldn't get the flat off the trailer. B stopped by with his socket set and all was right with the world. The rest of my trip home was slow but uneventful and I even threw in a load of wash before falling face-first into my bed at about 2am.
Since then it's been laundry, laundry, unpacking, laundry, bitching at Comcast, laundry, and occasionally laundry. I put on my Karma Kiss apron and use the pockets for the clothespins as I hang the wash to dry on the line. It makes me feel positively homey.
Lessons learned list to come, just for my own benefit, and then possibly a nap over lunch. I miss my tent, my neighbors, the fire, the pub, and even my office for the last two weeks at Mystic Mail, but waking up to Chloe's sweet voice this morning makes coming home worth it.
How are you guys?