Home again, home again, jiggety-jog!

We made it back! We survived.

That was a tough one. Hubby got to Denver just as it began to snow, and they got snowed in (eight inches). Mama started coughing when we got to our hotel, and we ended up getting her doctor to send a couple of new prescriptions to a Wichita pharmacy. She also felt a lot colder than the temperature actually was, and still does. The heater here now that we’re back home is cranking out heat fit to suffocate the rest of us. She’s probably got a bronchial infection and a touch of “the chills” from a slight fever. But what she’s complaining the most about is the hip and knee pain from riding so long. Pobrecita! Still, she insisted that she wanted to come along, and I think she did enjoy the adventure. Hubby went back to work this morning after so many hours of driving that I think his hands are permanently stuck at 10 and 2. And now I have to find and catch up with all the threads that we put on hold as we left–the bills, the roof repairs, the landscape issues, two doctor’s appointments tomorrow, and a demonstration to the city that Mama’s car runs (but first we have to get the battery replaced again and re-inflate two of the tires that some prankster in the neighborhood apparently deflated). I’d love to get a chance to work on _Miranda’s Rights_ in order to get it in shape for download by Christmas, because I didn’t have a moment to spare while we were away . . . we’ll see.

Trip report to come. It’ll probably be a photo essay titled “The Places They Didn’t Let Me Go Into,” because I saw some interestingly named places that I had to pass up. Including Big Dave’s Bar, a tiger preserve/rescue resort, the Frank Buck Zoo, the Peaceful Feeling cafe, and a seedy-looking all-night pool hall.

My computer wouldn’t boot when we first got home. At first Hubby got a bit panicked, but then he decided it might be cycling through the boot process (never getting to Windows) because one of the auxiliary hard drives had failed. We unplugged D: and E: (which are old disks carried over from previous computers that had failed in some other way and had to be replaced) and things began to work again. Later on, when we have time, we’ll see if one or the other of them can spin up again. For now, I really don’t need to access any of their contents; much of it was backups (I need to make another backup now!) and old webpage saves and downloads of various things. I’m just glad it wasn’t the main drive or any component that we couldn’t easily replace.

The family is again singing the praises of Dallas-Fort Worth. I knew a journey would provide them with perspective and a new appreciation for home. However, I think they’ve also sworn off all future trips, and I’d still like to go to Disneyland . . . and maybe Austin. I mean, in the spring. It’ll take a while before they really get over this. If they ever do!

I despair of getting the Christmas tree up and the courtyard lights hung. But that’ll need to happen soon, too. What I need most is a number of minions.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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