I must apologize first off for my lapse in the last two weeks of posts. I got caught up in preparations for my trip, then forgot to finish and post the one post I had started! Argh! Hopefully, I won’t have such a lapse again. Anyway, I’m back, and that’s the important part. Now, if I can just get my PCs to cooperate with me…
Today is my post for the ChristianWriters.com blog chain… and as is apt having just come off my vacation, I’m writing it today… that’s how much I’m behind! The topic is “Coming Home”.
I haven’t had the benefit of even looking at anyone else’s posts, so I have no idea where everyone has taken this.
But, I had a literal coming home experience last week, so I’ll talk about that.
First, I should tell you that I have a love/hate relationship with traveling. I like being away from home, but I hate the inconveniences of being away–being in an unfamiliar area (so I don’t sleep as well), having my kids way off schedule, and not having any time (or inclination) to write or read. The worst of these is usually having to sleep in a hotel (or even in a relative’s home.) The mattress never feels right, and the surroundings are such that I sleep very lightly, awaking to every little sound, even if it’s one that normally wouldn’t bug me at home.
|Chasm Falls, Rocky Mountain National Park|
The drive home last week was lengthy. We were in NE Wyoming with family, and we left their home at 8:45 AM Mountain Time. TMOTH and I have done this drive in 12ish hours before, so I had hoped we’d be home by midnight (allowing for extra breaks.) By the time we’d been on the road for ten hours, we’d stopped 8 times. Yeesh.
It seemed the miles came slowly, driving across four states in order to get home. Stopping for the night wasn’t an option: TMOTH had to be at work the next morning. When we stopped to pick up my dog from Grandma, it was 12:30 AM Central, and we had one more hour to go.
Getting home was great. I was so relieved when we pulled up. Even when we walked in and found the place smelled like the garbage can we’d forgotten to take out when we left. (Poopy diapers left for 8 days don’t smell that great–let me tell you!) I was just so relieved to be home, to be able to drop into my own bed.
There were a lot of reasons to be relieved to be home. Our car had actually made it! In Colorado, we were climbing Pike’s Peak, and the car was acting very strange. We had to stop because our toddler, who is potty training, needed to use the bathroom. While we were doing this, we left the car running (hubby was afraid to shut it off) and it was sputtering and just not acting right. With our little boy in the car (asleep) and hubby off utilizing the men’s room, my daughter and I were standing outside, taking pictures and the car just died! That’s a little scary, when you’re halfway up a mountain, and you don’t know how you’re going to get back down.
Fortunately, TMOTH is a mechanic by trade. He recognized what the car was doing, and determined that we had to let the engine cool down. We ended up making it to the summit, but the next day was spent in Denver, locating parts to replace a part of the engine.
What a way to spend a vacation!
So you can see why I was most relieved on our home coming. Things could get back to normal. Our car wasn’t in perilous danger due to altitude. And I could sleep in my own bed.
At least I had a break from writing–and I’d recently just finished writing “Cora’s Song” before leaving. On the way home, I figured out my laptop’s fan had gone dead. Which definitely puts a damper on the whole writing thing. But, I’d at least gotten a preliminary read of K.M. Weiland’s new “Outline Your Novel” done. I’ll be doing a review here in a few weeks once it’s officially released. I’ll say this: I’m actively outlining again. This is a good thing.
I know this is a pretty disjointed post, and I apologize. Hopefully you can make sense of my version of Coming Home.
Until next time,