Today we arrived home, again.
In the last six weeks we’ve been north, south, east, and west. In four different road trips we’ve covered more than 5,200 miles. As Jim puts it, that’s more than a fifth of the way around the world. It’s twice the distance across the country from east to west.
Including our home state of Iowa, we’ve been to nine states: Missouri, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Colorado, Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio. We went to several museums, a major league baseball game, a parade, and an auction. We hiked in the mountains, swam inside and out, and soaked in hot springs. We attended a pork throw-down, a family reunion, and the James Taylor-Bonnie Raitt concert in Wrigley Field. We saw animals of all types in Brookfield Zoo. We saw antelopes and moose and bears and coyotes in the wild. We went to a costume party where we danced most of the evening away. We stayed in — good grief — I don’t even know how many different places overnight, including our car.
We spent time with all three of our children and our son-in-law, and all seven grandchildren, and nieces on both sides of the family, and other assorted family members and shirt-tail relatives and other assorted non-family members.
We’re home now. Tomorrow I’ll be back in my studio. I’ll need a good list to prioritize the many tasks awaiting me, including sending quilts away to loved ones. It’s good to be home.