There’s No Place Like Home or Giving Me the Bus-i-ness.
We’re always glad to come home. We’re especially glad to come home from LA. We’re just not big city people. We’re “Soman’s”, (Sonoma/Marinites) thru and thru, with it’s rolling hills, wide open spaces and live stock of all sorts on every side……at least here in Petaluma.
So that’s why I haven’t blogged in a while. We went to share Pass-Over with our family in L.A. As much as I love being with them, I wish very much that they had chosen a more sensible place to settle. Someplace a bit less like a cement jungle would have done nicely.
Now that we’re home, I can also take the time to give my son the attention that he needs along with the discipline. Very soon, we’re going to go give out party invitations in his class at school. He should be there with his friends, but as he can’t right now, we’re just going to visit for a half hour or so.
We’re going to get him back in school, in the next few weeks, I think.
It’s funny how the world doesn’t stop for us when we go away for a while. Even if it’s only for a few days, we suddenly realize how popular we are to the people who suddenly can’t do without us.
I’m just a massage therapist, and no one seems to know I exist in my tiny little sub-rented space on E. Washington St. behind Round Table Pizza, until I’ve been away for a few days, so maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
I’ve got work out the wazoo lined up for this week, along with the new beginning of my fitness regimen which had faltered even before I left, and familial obligations to boot.
I came home thinking that all the rushing around would end or at least lighten up, and I’ve found myself moving even faster than we had to move each day that we were in LA to cover all our obligations there. We had a couple ceremonial parties to get to, that were 2hrs. apart by freeway. Luckily they were on different days. The drive back to pick up my father-in-law for dinner, for which we had to be pretty much on time as well, took much closer to 3 hrs. than 2.
And now I’ve got to rush to get dressed and get my son to his class so that we can give out his birthday invitations. After that, I have to take him with me to see my Chiropractor, because I won’t have time to drop him off at home first.
After that I’ll have just enough time to drop him at his afternoon camp site, before I have to give a massage.
So that’s my day, and it couldn’t possibly have fit into a nutshell. I really hope that your Easter/Pass-Over vacation was more relaxing, Dear Reader. If not, you can always come get a massage, but please don’t schedule it for this week.
Oh, one more thing. We’re big into Permaculture, now, and I just found this great site: daily-acts.org Check out their brochure. I’m not pasting in the whole add. because sometimes my cut and paste feature really messes things up.