I believe everything happens for a reason and time will tell why this vacation was filled with so many disappointments. But I'm not going to dwell on them. I am going to see the positives. We got to spend lots of time with my son and lots of time with his girl's family. They were the kind of people you feel like you have known for years. From the 4 hours we spent in the security room at the Luxor filling out paperwork and taking fake mugshots with the brothers to the fabulous dinners we shared in Boulder, it was a laugh a minute. And you know me, I love funny. I got to see how this wonderful young lady handled disasters and was so impressed with her level head and thoughtful ways with my son. They will have a good life in Boulder. Colorado is a friendly, healthy state. The people are welcoming and the lifestyle is a little more slower paced. We ate every night at a different restaurant on Pearl Street. The Walnut Street Brewery being my favorite. If you are ever in town try the Pub Tips.....to die for! There are street performers, great shops and I have never seen so many dreadlocks and bicycles in my life. I wonder how I'd look with dreads? I loved the atmosphere.
We got home last night and I was so happy to see all my animals in good health because I told my friends, that were taking care of them, if anything happened don't tell me because I didn't want any more bad news while I was trying to vacation. The hens are laying like crazy and my friend sold about 6 dozen eggs while I was gone. The pigs had to tell me all about their horrible time being confined to their pen while I was gone and Penne got to come out of the goat pasture. Today was a day of returning the rental car, laundry, regrouping, cleaning out stalls and gathering eggs. I love my animals. They ground me.
On our trip we traveled through 10 different states. I had every intention of scouring the countryside to find a place for my "proper farm" but I was never so glad to get back to my mini farm and my "Life Beyond the Sidewalks."
As we drove home Hubby said to me, "If you'd have told me I would be pumping gas in Casper, Wyoming into a red Chevy HHR with New York license plates, in my wife's jean jacket, I'd have said you were crazy!"
The cowboy next to him sure thought he was.
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Do you feel like Dorothy? "There's no place like home. There's no place like home!"
Welcome back, Wendy!. I agree, time will tell the full story of your adventure.
p.s. that cowboy probably need his horizons expanded, so your hubby was doing him a favor! =;)
I laughed so hard at your husband's statement...I think it's very telling that you both managed to maintain your humor through this whole tremendous ordeal. And I'm still keeping my fingers and toes crossed that your stuff is going to turn up. Glad you made it home safely!
Oh! (breathing a huge sigh of relief), I am SO happy you're back home again, safe and sound. I missed you, my friend.
I know what you mean about the animals grounding you and giving you a sense of peace and purpose. I'm glad that you are home again to enjoy them :)
Oh, and I'm waiting patiently for those mug shot photos. Too bad you didn't have dreadlocks when you posed for them. hehe
I like funny, too. :D
Sometimes it is so hard to see the good thru all the bad....but you've done a tremendous job of doing just that. And to keep a sense of humor! Well done! :) It gave me a great visual with your husbands description of himself in Wyo! Glad your home safe and sound, and all your animals were healthy and there to greet you!
Too funny what your husband said! I imagine it was all an experience that you wont soon forget. But. You were able to find some funny in it all. Glad you are home and I bet all your animals were happy to see you.
I am so glad the man in the ladies jacket and his umm..cowboy? made it home safe and sound.
Really, I always thought you had a proper farm right there..beyond the sidewalk.
Have a nice quiet week.
Pam
Glad to see you made it back. It is always such a wonderful feeling to return home. ~Kim
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