As I leave for Boston, enroute to Nantucket, early Wednesday morning, I had told myself that I would put only one picture in this blog tonight, and write no more than two or three sentences.
But I did not know that Kalib and Jobe were going to drive out with their good mom so that they could see me before I left.
I was conducting a phone interview when Margie came in to tell me they were here and I had to shoo her off. I was talking through an almost invisible headset, so she did not know I was on the phone and kept talking to me even as the person I was interviewing was answering my questions and I was trying to type them down.
When I finished the interview, I came into the house and this is what I found: Kalib, about to bonk his grandma on the head as his mother fed his little brother.
Then he bonked his mom on the head. Thank goodness, he didn't try to bonk Royce.
Next, he bonked himself. He did not try to bonk me. I felt a little left out.
At 4:00 PM, I took Lavina and Kalib to Metro and then we sipped our drinks as we took the long way home and drove past the Mahoney Ranch horses. As you can see, the horses were on the run.
We drove down to the end of Sunrise, turned around and drove back and there we saw Ron Mancil, in the midst of the horses that he had just fed.
As I drove along this road, I thought how quickly I will be in a totally different kind of environment. I am always eager to travel and to see new places and meet new people, but at the same time I always hate to leave home, too.
Margie and Jobe.
At this time tomorrow, I hope to be sound asleep in Massachusetts.
I'm such an insomniac that I can't guarantee it.
Or I might be working on this blog, posting pictures from my travels.
Now, I must finish packing and then go to bed.