Home

Previous 20

Jul. 12th, 2009

(no subject)

Home is the feel of this well-worn quilt and the sound of his voice while he strokes my hair as we talk. I am a grateful 'cat indeed.

(no subject)

Mmmm, Huntsville air: a warm, wet, ANGRY blanket slapping my lungs.

(no subject)

On board the final flight home. One more flight. My mind can barely think over the deafening chorus of "Soon soon soon soon soonsoonSOON."

(no subject)

Waiting for #4391 to board, and I ask myself: if the journey, not the destination, was the point, did I walk it well?

(no subject)

This line of thought doesn't imply change is coming; it implies the change has already happened and now I have to figure out what it means.

(no subject)

Eating the second half of my "welcome to Minneapolis" mint chocolate chip cookie package. Cookie bookends.

(no subject)

On the ground in Chicago. Time to kill in O'Hare.

Jul. 11th, 2009

(no subject)

Around me, the house sleeps. I have been away for 13 days. Tomorrow I go home. I can't convey the comfort inherent in that statement.

(no subject)

Back from dinner. Mostly packed. Early-ish flight tomorrow; the airlines are starting to sing a siren song of home.

(no subject)

Also, I have seen @crazybutable in shorts. Craziness!

(no subject)

Finishing up at the beach; @jhugart entertains a very tired two girls while we wait for Holly.

(no subject)

End result of this prep work: we're going to the beach!

Jul. 10th, 2009

(no subject)

Six shots of vodka in the vodka tasting at the Russian restaurant causes me to tell that story about ... ;)

(no subject)

OMG intentionally mismatched socks!
http://ping.fm/p/bQKE7 - OMG intentionally mismatched socks!

(no subject)

I'm to wear flowers to tonight's dinner.

(no subject)

This is Evelyn, the toddler who is kidnapping me.

(no subject)

It appears I am being kidnapped to shop for socks. Um ... O NOES. or something.

(no subject)

About to inflict Dr. Horrible on @jhugart for the first time.

Jul. 9th, 2009

(no subject)

After a long, luscious nap, I am finally awake in the Hugart household. *yawn* *stretch* Stupid red-eye flights.

(no subject)

The scrum to get off the plane and get coffee after a red-eye. Seat 33? You're gonna wait a while.
http://ping.fm/p/q6I41 - The scrum to get off the plane and get coffee after a red-eye. Seat 33? You're gonna wait a while.

Previous 20

July 2009

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Advertisement

Tags

Syndicate

RSS Atom
Powered by LiveJournal.com