Posted July 1, 2007on:
Whew. We are now in northern Virginia, a little more than halfway through our month-long East Coast tour. My boy B, at least, thinks we should be DONE now. It’s been a good trip so far, good to see family, looking forward to seeing some more friends, but… I’m tired. Trying to keep the children from killing themselves and/or destroying the house is wearing on me rather severely today. (B, who is 2 1/2, got into a jug o’ bug spray a couple of days ago, at my dad’s. Ah, the hosing down, the calling of the Poison Control. Turned out the type was not too potent, and he’s fine, but I’M NOT, dangit.)
Can’t wait to see some more friends. Can’t wait to get back to my own bed, and my sweetie. Though unfortunately a huge project is waiting for me at home, as soon as I get back.
And then, the first weekend in August my mother’s family is having a reunion in Idaho, and we’re going. I’m eager to snap photos like a madwoman (I’ve got almost 4 gigs of photos on this trip already). Though I’m starting to feel that this summer is much, MUCH busier than I would prefer. It’s in Idaho Falls — so close to Jessica, I think. I’d so love to meet her — stupid virtual acquaintance thing though, I fear awkwardness. I even fear awkwardness with seeing some of my friends out here, ones I used to actually know face to face but keep only sketchy contact with. It usually turns out better than I fear though. I always want things to go perfectly smoothly — conversations, visits, dinners I have to cook. As you may imagine, it doesn’t usually work out that way, but it does seem to work out some other way. Perhaps I should try embracing this fear of the awkward, and awkwardness generally. “Perfection is highly overrated.”
I promise, some photos later.
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