The Joy of Cooking
I've been extremely busy since I've been back. Aside from cooking the above mentioned items I also made a successful chicken pie (with crust! I'm a little surprised and proud it turned out okay), helped build a lumber rack (yes my dad put me right to work), sheetrocked the garage (another one in dads to do list), gone through my mail (ug 6 months worth of junk) and tried to get some organizing done of things long since forgotten.
It's nice to wear clothes that haven't been worn for the last six months, to sleep in the same bed for several nights in a row and to putt around getting organized rather than stuffing your clothes back into your pack, putting on the same dirty holey outfit and climbing on a smelly tiny bus.
It's nice to be able to bake cookies even though I don't even want to eat them instead if trying to figure out if I am going to eat at that chutney restaurant or make a pb&j sandwich.
It's nice to sit on the couch in a warm room watching The Great Race for the hundreth time, the whole family shouting "push the button Max!" along with Jack Lemmon (if you haven't seen it, it's an oldie but goodie. It's very silly).
It's nice to have my computer and my big camera (I really missed the big lug), to take a million photos of a bug without making anyone wait for me and to sort my photos right away.
It's nice to visit with friends who I haven't seen in so long and to hug their new babies and to laugh with them and to feel like I never left.
It's nice to be able to pick up the phone and call people whenever I want and we can talk for a minute or an hour or forever.
It's really nice to be home.