Home, Again

Yesterday was my first full day in Massachusetts. To mark the occasion my fuel pump broke on the way to see my nieces and now my car is in the shop and I am at my mom's house discovering the deficiencies of daytime television and writing in my blog. I arrived home in the evening Sunday, after wicked awesome lobstahs and bisque at Abbott's in Noank, CT I pulled into my mom's house South of Boston around 8:55pm. Mom had dressed up her den into a bedroom for me - complete with beautiful patchwork comforter (pale pinks and dark reds and green stitched over satin and velvet) I felt like Shirley Temple in The Little Princess when I walked in. Mom was patient and listened to entire trip recap - which was, as things tend to be, much funnier in the retelling than in the living. Saw nieces yesterday and they are both as cute and full of energy as I remembered. Very affectionate and warm - I'm looking forward to spending more time with them and also with their parents (my brother and sister in law). It's hard to describe right now how I am feeling. I miss Austin and friends so much. I miss Robby especially, although he is off to Europe and that in itself is inspirational and exciting. Sleeping alone is weird, it makes me feel young, like a teenager or something. That's weird.

Massachusetts is beautiful and the smell of the ocean air is serene and invigorating at one time. The trip with papa was very smooth - we are lucky the fuel pump decided to conk post 2000 mile journey and Dearest Da was an excellent co-pilot. He drove at least half of the way and was the AM shift while I woke up and I was the PM shift when he got tired. My dad's got stamina. 2 different women about 20 years his junior flirted with him on the road (Da's about 72)- that was new, or maybe I never noticed before?

Tough to be home with no car. Frustrating. I've been troubleshooting my computer for the last 2 days, without Robby around I'm pretty much channeling the force and resisting the urge to call Jeremy when I can't figure things out. Plugged in my computer and heard a loud pop and then smoke coming out from where the fan is. I started it up anyway and so far so good. If that is a bad move I'm sure I'll find out soon enough and then I will be an expert on that type of problem : ) I am proud of myself that I have solved 3 or 4 problems that I would not have been able to figure out before.

I have a sort of non-sexual crush on Suze Orman. She talks a lot about being powerful and your personal power being perceptible. She's like Oprah and Tony Robbins' love child. Love it. Watched her show from a Super8 in Harrisonburg, VA. It was puring rain and the Non-Smoking room reeked of cigarettes and general despair. It seemed an appropriate arena for Suze's dogma. I dug it.

More later. Laundry calls. Maybe I'll go for a walk.

This is riveting stuff people... stay tuned.

Katy