.for my BFF Kate to cut through traffic and actually make it down here.

I feel bad for her, as anyone coming down here on the 4th of July weekend, well, let’s just say that I am really glad I live here.I know the actual fourth will have me holed up with the girls with the television on high and the air blasting so they don’t hear the fireworks.

I really am looking forward to Kate coming down, as it has been a year since we hung out and relaxed.

Here’s hoping things pick up!


No Place like Home

We are on our way home.

It’s been a long day, which started at 5:30. It is now 7:30 PM. 

We are on the Schuykill expressway now riding bumper to bumper.Some things you never miss.

The girls met a new pup cousin today, but Kasia , part chow and cousin Champ, allegedly part chow need a little more time to get used to each other.

We attended Jim’s Aunt’s funeral, and sadly, you go and note who’s not around anymore.

It’ll be good to be home.Days like today make you appreciate your “home.”

Hurry Up and Wait…

Ah, the joys of relocation.

This time last year I was lamenting the fact that we had to get up tomorrow morning at 2am and make sure we were packed up to head back to the city. To add insult to injury, after we would unpack the car and walk the girls, we’d have, maybe, a half hour to lay down before I’d have to leave for work.

How times have changed.

I am watching folks in the neighbor hood throw their trash away in their cans, close their windows, pack their cars and kids up and head up Delsea Drive or the Garden State Parkway. It’s a step backward into the area I have come to love during the weekday, the area called QUIET.

Sure, It doesn’t hurt that I have two days off until I have to go back to the bakery, but, hey, it’s the first official weekend holiday of summer. I am not going to bed at 9:30. I am having an adult beverage.I can sleep in tomorrow.