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Already I've typed 'home' four times, and I haven't even finished my first sentence! Can you tell I'm glad to be here? Getting back from Vienna was a big deal, and then I up and left five days later! I am not leaving the state for at least a month. Too much travel makes a girl weary and unbalanced.
Right now I am enjoying not having to be anywhere at 8:30 in the morning. Also, I'm writing in my pajamas. I tend to take the whole relax thing very seriously. Work hard, party hard is a good way to live life, in my humble opinion. I so need a massage! Sorry, this sneaks up on me every six months or so. The work hard thing makes me tense.
Sunday, yesterday, was easy to get through, considering it was a travel day. I finished the last three hours of the Violin Book 1 course, cruised around until I found lunch, and then cruised around some more until it was time to leave. Lafreniere Park was very beautiful, I drove through it on my cruising. I honestly expected a harder time of it in the airport, but I got my ticket, checked my bags, and got through security with nary a problem, and all the people were very nice. New Orleans is just that way, I guess. The waiting didn't feel like much, although it was for one and two hour stretches at a time. I read some, and knit a whole stripe on my apron (five down, four to go). Knitting takes a while. Now that I've adjusted to that fact, it is easier to enjoy the process. And it makes waiting easier because you know you are not going to run out of knitting. I hate being bored.
Today I've done basically nothing, but I'm working up to doing my laundry and cleaning the bathroom (my family is a "live and let it get dirty" type, I am a "everything has its place" type, and kitty litter goes in the litter box). Dad, long may he live, has also asked me to wash dishes. Sigh, I'm loved, alright.
I think that is it. So, to everyone out there, reading your hearts out:
Thanks, and talk to you soon.
Greeny
Right now I am enjoying not having to be anywhere at 8:30 in the morning. Also, I'm writing in my pajamas. I tend to take the whole relax thing very seriously. Work hard, party hard is a good way to live life, in my humble opinion. I so need a massage! Sorry, this sneaks up on me every six months or so. The work hard thing makes me tense.
Sunday, yesterday, was easy to get through, considering it was a travel day. I finished the last three hours of the Violin Book 1 course, cruised around until I found lunch, and then cruised around some more until it was time to leave. Lafreniere Park was very beautiful, I drove through it on my cruising. I honestly expected a harder time of it in the airport, but I got my ticket, checked my bags, and got through security with nary a problem, and all the people were very nice. New Orleans is just that way, I guess. The waiting didn't feel like much, although it was for one and two hour stretches at a time. I read some, and knit a whole stripe on my apron (five down, four to go). Knitting takes a while. Now that I've adjusted to that fact, it is easier to enjoy the process. And it makes waiting easier because you know you are not going to run out of knitting. I hate being bored.
Today I've done basically nothing, but I'm working up to doing my laundry and cleaning the bathroom (my family is a "live and let it get dirty" type, I am a "everything has its place" type, and kitty litter goes in the litter box). Dad, long may he live, has also asked me to wash dishes. Sigh, I'm loved, alright.
I think that is it. So, to everyone out there, reading your hearts out:
Thanks, and talk to you soon.
Greeny
