One of the definitions of a blog is a daily diary. Here is a try.

It is nice to be home. Sleep in my own bed, dump in my own dumper, shower in my own shower.

Being with our daughters in The Big City is fun. And busy. Places to go, people to see, things to do. Really enjoyed all of it. Especially the girls, they are jewels.

The trip home is good to be done. The Grand Marquis at fifteen years and at over 250K miles is air-conditionerally challenged. Needs an eight hundred dollar repair and we need to make the decision to repair or trade in. Not a bad day for travelling, however, moving at highway speeds almost all the time and the temperature was not bad. Six hours of driving from Linden down to Virginia's Eastern Shore. The old girl (the Grand Marquis) leaks water a little, too. As long as she goes along the highway at a good clip, the temperature stays smack dab on the “o” in “normal”. Getting stuck in traffic, however, and it starts moving up to the “a”. And it takes a cup or so everytime we stop. Doable but stressful. Need to carry her up to see Wade at your F. and your G. Garage up to Onley. But we are home.

The next door neighbor, Frank, mowed the front yard for me. And picked up the FedEx package from the front porch. Isn't it nice to have good neighbors next to your home?

Will start mowing the back and side this afternoon. Tall enough to put a strain on the Neuton mower but once again, doable. Before leaving, had weeded a little patch under the kitchen window which has a couple of smallish pines in it. Something was growing there that was definitely not a pine but did not look like a weed. Left it and came back to find it is a watermelon vine. Taking over half the yard after just two weeks and has a watermelon on it! Ditto a pumpkin vine growing on the compost hill out in the far back. Neat surprises. Life is persistent and always like to see what comes up. All part of home.

Home does have a problem, however. We have an air conditioner downstairs and a heat pump upstairs. The upstairs was an oven when we returned. The fan works but not the compressor. Oh dear, oh dear. Back when I was a boy.

But home is still home. And the peace and quiet of being home gives time to sit in front of the computer and blog.