All Is Well, All Is Well...

Still vibrating from 6 hours of hard driving, I attempt to post anew after four days away. I almost have lost the habit--almost--The boys have come and gone. I won't bore you with all the details of the visit. The boys were about the best behaved they've ever been. So we all had a good time, I think.

Little Blakers had a bad cold and cough and unwittingly he shared the bounty with me and Rooster. I wanted a nap but there is no time before I need to fix dinner.

All the way to and fro from Kingman, we passed Nascar trucks loaded with different driver's equipment, cars, and general race stuff. There were fancy motor coaches towing toy-hauler-like trailers, too. I pretended that Kyle Busch or someone notable was in each one. Since most none of you aren't race fans this will mean nothing to you. To those of us who worship at the altar of the oval track, it was quite exciting. The boys waved and I honked every time we passed one of the rigs. I'm sure they thought I was an idiot, but the boys had fun. The race next weekend is in Vegas and Rachel has all things Nascar planned for the boys including an autograph opportunity involving Kyle himself. It should be fun for them.

My favorite activity was being read to by the boys. Rooster especially is really reading well now. The latest "book" was Sid Hid. You might have had this read to you if you've had a kindergartner recently. Blake read the gripping My Bus. His version involves looking at the pictures and then reciting, "My jacket, my bus, my book, " etc. I tried covering up the pictures, but he has it memorized, I think. He can see the pictures faster than slow ol' grandma can cover them any way. We did some homework and I read many books to them too. I love seeing my boys learn and advance.

Lola and I are still trying to unwind. Lola senses a void but she's not quite sure what the silence means.

So we go back to our not-so-regular life of cleaning and cooking and folding. My throat burns and the inside of my ears itch down in my neck. Do you ever get that when you're getting sick? I'm so not looking forward to the next week or so. Cough, sputter, sniffle...