Home is sweet, it’s the getting there that’s hell
Bumpy ride in from Minneapolis but that’s okay, my ears were so swollen and plugged that I was yawning and chewing gum and blowing me nose and felt like my head would explode. Got to the truck and couldn’t find my parking ticket, but that’s okay, just as I was going to surrender myself to mercy of the kiosk cashier, I found it underfoot. Then my phone told me that I was about to go over my unlimited data – huh? – called Verizon, all sorts of hoops to get it straight.
But I was home – home sweet home. I came down City Park Avenue and turned on Orleans to get to the bayou and saw the Green Market in full swing so I stopped to get peaches. Ran into friends, got some coneflowers too and then, I drove my truck into a big old crater of a hole that the city made in trying to patch the roads. Thankfully Jon from Cork & Bottle came out to save me – he built a ramp from the bottoms of the orange work cones and finally after a lot of back and forth, the truck was free at last.
When I walked in the door Loca bolted in front of Tin and Heidi jumped over both of them to say hello. Welcome home!!!!