View of Mt. Rainier as I waited in SeaTac for my flight to Frankfurt
The mountain "was out," as Pacific Northwesterners put it, for my departure from Olympia last Tuesday.
I was homeward bound again...or was I leaving home?
I have spent every summer in Olympia for 11 years now, and somehow those 5 to 6 week stays always seem like about half of my year.
This year, I'm experiencing something new: coming home alone. My husband and eldest daughter are travelling in New York City; my youngest daughter is enjoying the Côte d'Azur and Barcelona with friends.
I was not so happy about this state of affairs when I had to drag my tired self and lug two suitcases from Toulouse-Blagnac to Rodez, but settling in with no particular demands on my time has been nice.
It has, at least, given me time to toy with the idea of getting back to writing on this blog.
I was homeward bound again...or was I leaving home?
I have spent every summer in Olympia for 11 years now, and somehow those 5 to 6 week stays always seem like about half of my year.
This year, I'm experiencing something new: coming home alone. My husband and eldest daughter are travelling in New York City; my youngest daughter is enjoying the Côte d'Azur and Barcelona with friends.
I was not so happy about this state of affairs when I had to drag my tired self and lug two suitcases from Toulouse-Blagnac to Rodez, but settling in with no particular demands on my time has been nice.
It has, at least, given me time to toy with the idea of getting back to writing on this blog.
