I'm back. Two weeks in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, visiting family and seeing Good Old Friends, who've all been breeding and thusly have a preponderence of small children growing up at an alarming rate. So it was mostly a my-baby-meets-your-baby kind of visit, with a baseball fixation thrown in for good measure.
God, I miss baseball. I miss the slounging on the sofa, do-nothing but talk bullshit all afternoon baseball mindset. It's not possible to explain this to the Brits in my life - they don't understand.
It was a lovely visit. I wish it had been a week longer, and then I would have had time to get sick of everyone, have a good squabbling fight with my mother and generally feel like returning to the UK. As it was, it never left the Honeymoon stage, and so now I'm back in my real life, feeling like American Life is this nostalgic, warm, family-filled summer fest o' lovin. Which, is of course, a myth.
But my real life isn't bad at present either. Soutwest England is having a heat wave, the ocean is calling every day, baby has learned to feed herself crackers and smiles beautifically upon everything, and partner missed us and is consequently very attentive at present. Lovely.
No crafting at present. I did a painting yesterday, but more important are the pictures of This American Life visit. Now I just have to bounce back from the jet laggyness, and all will be well. More coffee is the answer for now.
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