Sorry for the disappearing act, y'all.
It's just that, well, things hit a fever pitch around these parts, and it was time to get out of Dodge.
Our Thanksgiving was wonderful, truly – but loud and full and messy and a little nutty.
And it has been really fun to welcome our new little cousin. We reveled in giving him a good old-fashioned homecoming, including lots of good food and a squeaky clean house so that his mama and papa could do nothing but sit on the couch by the fire and gaze upon him.
And of course it was crazy good fun to celebrate our boy turning four with pizza and cupcakes and friends and packages… but as fun as all this was, the lists and the rush and the have to dos and the piles of this and that, were wearing a little thin on the nerves.
We needed a time out.
Luckily for us, we had a friend who had parked his RV down at the lake, and wasn't going to use it until the weekend. He, very generously, called and said that if we were so inclined we could go down there and "get it warmed up" for him.
And, you know, being civic minded and all, always looking for ways to help our fellow man, we were happy to oblige.
So, with very little preplanning (think a change of underpants and fistful of toothbrushes), we headed to the lake.
The cookies and hot chocolate and card playing,
The giddy little men, all crammed into the sleeping berth, up and giggling far too late,
The wind rocking us to sleep, as we lay warm and snuggled under piles of blankets,
The smell of bacon cooking in the morning, at the hands of my dear sweet man and his little chef in training,
Getting to watch a WHOLE movie (and an old black and white one at that!) in BED, with a gorgeous view out my window, and the people I love close at hand,
An early, shivery walk in which we bid a good morning to a great blue heron, a black swan, and a fussy bunch of persnickety geese,
The watery reflection of real, honest to goodness fall color that has graced us Texans this year by some strange, once in a dog's age, atmospheric magic,
Well, suffice it to say that a girl could get used to that life.
She really could.
Apparently, a few boys could too.
The maps have come out, folks. Maps and atlases and now lists of places we "simply must see!"
So far, the consensus is that we should buy an RV "like now!" and make our way west, taking in the desert and the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, the Redwoods, the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.
That's what they think we should do FIRST anyhow. After that, they want to know if there's "a ferry that can take our RV to Japan."
Just a wee little taste, and we now, all five, dream each night of a rolling home that can take us wherever our imaginations can lead.