I am, of late, consumed with the sights and sounds of home.
What is home?
Yes, it's the people you love, the books you love,
the animals you love,
the things you love.
But something more nags at my soul
(per usual)
to define it more existentially for myself.

Answer:
Muffins help.

For now,
that's enough.

Today, everything around me tasted, looked, and felt bland (por ejemplo: the sangria at the Mexican food restaurant was (I KID YOU NOT) made from grape kool-aid and the replacement margarita was little better).   The small mountain of laundry awaiting my Monday felt less like a tangible climb as much as Mt. Blanc ominously looming over my dwarfed, non-hiking frame.

Just a few shots of the last few days...



Joel saving me from the weeds.

Me working out the kinks in my shoulder.
Or something like that...

I am going home tomorrow.

I have so many mixed emotions about the time I've spent here and away from my home.  It truly has been the best of times and the worst of times.  I am a bit lost as to how to explain it, but I told my sister-in-law, it's like a taffy-pull machine on my soul and heart.  I belong in two places at once, and cannot wrap my head around it all.  I plan to return in a few weeks to bring my sister home with me, so it will be very quick that I get to see her and Clara again, but even so...my soul feels like it has jet-lag.

I just love weddings...for a myriad of reasons.

But if I get to attend with my sister, I love them all the more.

And I swear, it's an accident that we steal all the attention on the dance floor.

We just can't help ourselves.



(who raised this girl anyway?)

My sister and I are something of a phenomenon at dance parties.
Many of you have seen me dance, but if Teresa is out there with me...all bets are off.
Most people cannot keep up, but it's not usually because they cannot dance themselves,
but is due to the fact that they are laughing their arses off.
It's a little comic bit we do.

We've been working on routines together
all the way back to those summer days in the pool.

And it shows.
Even in stilettos.
(THESE and THESE to be exact)

It's been too long since we've had this kind of fun.
So thanks for getting married, people of the world.
It sure beats the club.

But all jest aside, it's been a horrible few weeks as far as bad news is concerned,
and I really needed to stomp it out on the dance floor.
Some people have crack cocaine,
I have Madonna.