I returned from teaching in Omaha late Sunday night, tired but happy. I enjoyed the trip, loved the people I met there and am always happy to return to the Salt Lake Valley. It is part of my home-coming ritual to applaud when the flight attendant welcomes the passengers to Salt Lake City.
If I weren't always happy to return I suppose I ought to consider living somewhere else and--because I love coming home--I think I live in the right place for me. (I am not the first to say so, legend has it when Brigham Young came out of Emigration Canyon and saw the valley spread out below, he said "This is the right place.")
Since I have been home the usual re-entry chores abound: laundry, banking, mowing the lawns, making a grocery list, visiting the library to return/check out materials and reassuring the cats who Velcro themselves to me that I am in fact home.
I have been trying to upload the photos I promised with no success. I have done everything I usually do...? Can you say frustrating?