Can I Just Say...

  • I feel like I've been gone a hundred years.
  • visits to see family are both restful and at the same time not restful.
  • the girls don't start school until Thursday, which feels really far away tonight.
  • they did a ton of work on the bathroom while we were gone.
  • we have traded one group of quirks (like mold coming through the walls) for a new set (like my husband only being able to see his chin in the new mirror).
  • the new set of quirks is less bothersome. At least to to me. Maybe this is why they call them "improvements".
  • nothing done here is ever up to my suburban, home-inspecting father's standards.
  • it's a good thing he doesn't live here.
  • the workers inadvertently left the refrigerator turned off for several days.
  • I've spent most of my hours home (nearly 24 now) vacuuming, scrubbing, wiping construction dust, cleaning and restocking the fridge.
  • tomorrow we'll hunt down more school supplies, which makes me strangely cranky every year. Maybe it's the bags and bags and bags of ziplocs and wipes and soap and cleaner and sanitizer and reams and reams and reams of paper that we all struggle to even carry in on the first day.
  • I'm hoping that will leave us Wednesday to enjoy before the new season begins.
  • in the meantime, we're stumbling through that disorientation that traveling always gives, our stomachs and eyelids marching out of time and our familiar things and places feeling strange and new again.
  • it was so lovely to see Karen Walrond recently, and to shoot this conversation.
  • there are photos to share from the trip to Denver and more, but tonight I just wanted to say, Hello. I'm still here. And I miss you.