I love my family but there’s no place like home. My own bed; my own shower . . neither of which I’ve experienced yet today. I left Lake Charles at 5:39 a.m. and arrived home at 5:45 p.m. Long day on the road. I was gone 12 days and while Vince and Chad did great with the house (that’s a bit of a stretch), they had dinner waiting for me but the white carpet had not been vacuumed in 12 days; the stairs had not been vacuumed in 12 days, the kitchen/hallway had not been swept in 12 days. I didn’t know if the sheets on the bed had been washed so as soon as Vince left for class, I yanked the sheets off the bed, ran the vacuum cleaner, swept, dusted the bedroom and I think I’m about ready to drop!
My trip there was great. The trip home . . I saw a dog get hit and I saw an 18 wheeler turned over and they hadn’t gotten the driver out yet. Both those incidents had me in tears.
Mom got a Kindle while I was there and I think she has all the buttons figured out. She’s scared she’s going to mess up something. Dad got a new camera and Picasa installed on his desktop and laptop. When I’m the one showing them how to work electronics . . we’re all in trouble!
I came home with a bunch of deer sausage from Kristy and her husband; eggplant, shrimp, shelled and frozen purple hull peas from mom and dad; and a big box of jars and lids from my aunt. Stopped at a fruit stand in TX and bought peaches and figs.
Tomorrow I see the doctor to see what he says about the allergic reaction. Then I think I’ll run up to the Amish store and see what I see up there.