I've been travelling....yet another whirlwind east coast trip. They're exhausting and challenging and i'm glad to be back home...for a few weeks at least.
But before I went...the middle born boy got a 2nd degree propane burn at work and I'll spare you the picture of what it looks like unwrapped. But let's just say that he fainted and I almost did too...and I've handled A LOT of injuries with my houseful of boys. But this was bad.
It's healed now and he's clear to go back to work tomorrow morning.
I am so blessed by my people. I was tired one night and just needed something...anything. One quick text message later and I found myself at my girlfriends house with wine and cheese and a listening ear...just what I needed.
Fall is my very favorite season, hands down. The colors and the smells and the sounds and the dark that settles in earlier in the day...I love all of it.
And yeah, home is where there is a football on the floor. Make that two footballs.
We've had a few evenings with quiet...the kind of quiet where turning on some music, mixing up a cocktail and playing a game or two of cribbage are the perfect ending to the day. Oh...and Trader Joe's blue cheese/pecan dip is the best thing ever ever ever.
Our little stripey cat is fierce. When she wants to be.
My work week was spent in south Florida...this time in Key Biscayne. There are definitely worse places I could be sent but this was a hard one...not enough hours in the day and more work than I could physically do in the time I was there...which meant my trip kept getting extended. How many times can one person change their flight home??? Only 3 this time!
But there were blessings, too....like flying into St Louis at the peak of Autumn.
That box? 50 lbs. FIFTY POUNDS. That suitcase? 50 lbs.
All work supplies.
My little carry on suitcase weighed 21 lbs because I was only supposed to be there 2 days.
I like what I do though...most of the time at least.
I had a few free hours on a rainy day and the thought of sitting in a hotel room bummed me out, so I popped into a local museum with the most beautiful gardens. If you're ever in south Miami, visit Vicayza...it's super pretty.
Oh...and the empanadas in that part of the country are perfect in every way. I know, because I ate them for every lunch and dinner. On purpose. Because I could.
And then I came home and all was right in my world. Sent boy #2 for chicago pizzas and opened some wine and invited the neighbors to the garden. I love home. A lot.
Some people thrive on travel and I do love it...but that whole coming home thing is so perfect. I was in bed by 8:45pm and slept straight thru until 8:45am...and thankfully woke up feeling human again.
And then the next night I made a big pot of beef stew and set the table in the garden. Boys wandered in. Friends wandered in. Music and heaters were turned on. Wine was poured. The conversations were heavy in that the election is right around the corner but the laughter was loud.
I needed a weekend so badly....and I got one.
This morning we were at two separate churches and met afterwards for brunch. With a super yummy coffee cake, lemon butter and rhubarb preserves. And prosecco! It was so simple yet so decadent...yum!
This whole weekend has felt like a God breathed weekend. I was so tired and am struggling with a work email that needs to be sent, but one that I am having trouble phrasing correctly. I'm ready for the week to begin...there's work to be done - laundry and a house to clean and a dog who needs a bath so badly. This early darkness has me ready to climb into bed early....sounds good to me.