Fragments From Floyd

We arrived home from Vancouver at midnight, which the previous week had been 9:00 Floyd time, which is our usual bedtime, except in Vancouver that was 6:00 local time, and not convenient for our social life. And so my wristwatch alarm went off at 5:45 this morning as it did yesterday for us to make it to the airport, except today it would be 2:45 a.m. of the past week. More coffee, and then I think I'm going back to bed until my usual 4:30, which is 7:30 Floyd time. My body is so confused.

I have almost a gigabyte of images (including maybe four suitable for framing) mostly of "Now take one with Nathan (our son) standing with/in front of the ______." I have an equal volume of mental notes, including highlighted bullets: bust at the airport, midnight smoke alarm, rescue at sea, daylight car-thievery, and the OJ Airport Run. And like the images, most of the words are of personal but not necessarily Fragments-friends interest. So, how to handle all of this? Probably a Vancouver Journal with 5-6 abbreviated parts, accompanied by images, then a couple of thumbnail webpage slideshows of 5-8 images each as I'm able over the next week or so.

Meanwhile, the emailbox overfloweth. The grass is high, but not as bad as we'd imagined as it has been as cool here as it was in BC (highs in the low 50s--not the tourist's ideal, but coulda been worse.) I have a temporary bit of paid work I have to start today and stick with til it's done (about 40 hours worth) that will eat into my blogging-image tinkering time. And the garden MUST be planted before the weekend--although the soil is so cool bean seeds or corn will likely rot.

But I must confess, it feels good to be sitting in a place that fits, where the mess is mine alone, and the time, and it is so very placid and still. Cities are nice, friends and family are the essence of our lives, but there's no place like home. I've missed the quiet. Well, it won't be long before we have to go to town and retrieve a BONKERS labrador retriever from Puppy Camp. I'll be checking back in with a few posts later today, if possible. I'll assume there might be a few folks still hanging around. I've missed the conversation, even though I've held up my end of it by the hundred blog posts I've composed in my mind since last Wednesday. Later on!