I broke a toe within the first 10 minutes of being home (trying to change into comfy pants, in the closet, stubbed it on the edge of the floor on my way out), and then! I burned myself! ON THE STOMACH! on a hot baking sheet (fresh out of the oven, covered with shortcake for the strawberries, putting away the damned hotpad that I was using, to, yes, not burn myself. Classy.
The trip east was wonderful, other than the heat. I’m a mess at anything over 70, and it was in the high 90s the entire time we were there. (that’s the mid-30s for those of you in the civilized world).
There were house finches, goldfinches, cardinals, grackles, blue jays, robins, mourning doves, red-wing blackbirds, and chipmunks at the bird feeders out back, bats and swallows over the pond in the evenings, along with the first fireflies I’ve ever seen. Also the craziest sunset I’ve seen in a long time:
We took the train to Chicago one day and went to the Shedd Aquarium. Much fun was had. Jellies are amazing.
We also went up to Kenosha, so I got to see the town my dad was born in. It was insanely windy, on top of being stupid hot, and the sand on the beach was blowing out over the water in huge clouds (didn’t seem to deter the sunbathers, though)
It was a wonderful trip, but it’s really, really good to be home.