It’s good to be home, back into my rut, back to grocery runs, cooking, laundry, the bi- weekly swim. It was good to get away to appreciate home, my comfortable chair – as opposed to trying to find a place where I could read with my feet up. And for me, the scenery is just as good. Life on a lake is pretty nice.
We woke up to a fog the first morning and it felt like I was on a deserted island. When the sun finally broke through I was reminded of the mountainous land scape. Our river trip displayed tall buildings and beyond the cities, the flat lands emerged with slowly changing tree colors along the river banks. I had forgotten how flat the land is. I grew up in the east, I should remember.
I sat at my sewing machine to continue a project I had started before we left and went back to the daily routine of TV and sewing. It felt good.
Our dinner wasn’t as good as the ship food, and there was no chatter among people we had barely met, but it was nice to just eat quietly without straining to hear over the chatter in the room. I am reminded, once again, that I must look into getting hearing aids.
Today, my friends, the Otterbees, return. It will be nice to catch up on what I missed, though I don’t expect any wild stories. We are all in our own ruts and we like it there.
And an added bonus today: we watched a baby otter on our dock, take to the water and climb up on the neighbors dock. What a treat! They must know we are “Otterlanding” … but I wish they cleaned up after themselves!