Such a relief to see normal trees and coastline again as we flew in. I know that
eor is right and it's just that this is home, to me, but it looks to my eyes so fundamentally like a place people should live.
I've got meat cooking for tacos because
eor reminds me that "breakfast was long ago and you are not fleet of foot." Oddly, I'm not nearly as famished as he, though that may have something to do with me having cleaned up biscuits, gravy, eggs, grits, tea
and a Bacardi and coke for breakfast (which we had in Atlanta),
and a piece of fudge and one of those turtle nut clusters for desert.
Our tub looks beautiful! Our management company had it re-enameled for us while we were away, and I promise I'm trying it out this evening!
I finished "Tales of St. Austin's" on the plane (erratic, but fun to read) and began G.K. Chesterton's "The Man Who Was Thursday" (good stuff - I particularly like the philosopher policemen idea). So, I notice a mention of green carnations in the introductory poem of TMWWT... who's got the low-down on the homoerotic subtext of this story?
( other stuff I read while I was gone )Oddly, I did not read the one book I specifically took to read by the pool, Emily Eden's letters to her sister. I think because I could barely get myself to stay outside for any length of time, it was too hot for me.
And now I think I'll leave the discussion of the rest of our vacation for later and get to work on that food, and catching up properly on all of
you.