Ramblings

Seems like after that long trip I'm having some difficulty
getting back into "things". We don't drive enough on any
given day to knock our brains out, usually about 7 to 8 hours,
before stopping for the night. We do, in fact, enjoy the trip,
even driving through the seemingly interminable southwestern
desert country. But by the time we get home, we're both ready
for our own home, the recliners, fixing our own meals, the
"sleep number" bed, all the familiar things we take so much for
granted.
If you've never been to W Texas, the San Angelo area, you're
missing a real "treat", or maybe a "treatment". Outside the
city it's like a giant sea of mesquite, prickly-pear cactus, and
scrub cedar. Some clumps of prickly-pear are ½ as big as a house.
The area is very reminiscent of the chaparral found in S California
with the scrubby cedars and other drought resistant plants. Belinda has
mentioned that if her Dad ever becomes so incapacitated that her
Step-mom needs the help we might have to move there. I hate the
idea of living "in town" and I can't imagine living outside of town in
that "sea" of mesquite.
Well, at any rate, there is a reason (or at least a lame excuse) that
I've been remiss in keeping the blog going. Maybe my wisdom in
starting it just before the major trip away when I knew I wouldn't
have internet access could be called into question, but I'm back now
and will get on with my "super-double-extra-ultra far right-wing
nut-job" conservative thoughts later tonight or tomorrow.