Thursday, July 21, 2011

Ordinary pleasures

I come from a long line of homebodies. Perhaps it's a reflection of the small town way of my youth, where folks stayed close to home and reached no further than the county line for the coveted state fair. My parents preferred short jaunts over extended travel and I've grown to prefer some middle ground.

Last night, after a playful 2-day excursion to eastern Washington, I shook off the car travel, climbed into bed with book in hand, and soon found myself surrounded by eight legs as our dogs jumped on board and settled in. I could hear my mother's voice from my teen years: "The best part of going away is coming home."

A blessed life, this.


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