Veazey Mail Box

I couldn't stand it.  10 days and I had to pick the gauntlet up again.

My new blog is:  Veazey Mail Box.

come and visit!  now!


http://veazeymailbox.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-in-mailbox.html

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

What I did on my summer vacation was write Thursday Chronicles.  Now it's September and instead of contemplating coffee bubbles and font types, I'm teaching piano, directing choir rehearsals, seeing Reiki clients, and wedging in time with my family.

I'm grieving the farewell to Thursday Chronicles.  My flegling was just barely hatched.  Hopefully it will reincarnate before long.  Thanks to all of you for reading!

Travel or Travail

The excitement and dread of it.  Driving to unknown territory in Pennsylvania.  Five days away from my family.  Loneliness and euphoria all mixed up together.  The pain of packing.  Will it be hot or cold?  Will I get lost?  Will Hurricane Earl sweep me away?

Here's what I'm bringing:

• coffee
• electric kettle
• plastic cone
• filters
• mug

I'm staying in a very nice hotel that probably serves coffee, but unless I have a certain kind of hair-on-your-chest French Roast, I am not fit to meet the day.

I'm also bringing:

• clothes
• toiletries
• umbrella
• 2 notebooks
• 4 pens
• 18 books

I'm not bringing my computer.  Without "The Screened Beast" my little hotel room will take on the ambiance of a retreat cell.  The cleansing quality of a Lenten Fast.  What do you mean I don't need 18 books on a retreat?

I'll bring my credit card and some money for food and potential non-caffeine liquid necessities.  I'll call my husband every night because I miss him even though I want to get away, but I miss him.  I won't call my son because he's 17 and I don't think that's the way these things work.  But when I get home I'll kidnap him and take him out for hot chocolate and cannoli.  I'll ruffle his marvelous red hair and tell him how much I missed him.