With the Lady Pugs comfortably seated on their cushions and the car filled with the cooler (holding their specially prepared dinner and the next day's breakfast), overnight bag, and grandchildren gifts, we hit the interstate to make the 2 hour trek to Lincoln. The stereophonic snoring of snoozing pugs filled the car as I battled pot holes, trucks, and speeders darting from lane to lane like they were in a race to the finish line. What's with that?
We had a wonderful visit with lots of laughter and good food. The new and improved backyard is a child's delight. There's a trampoline for jumping sessions and a just-assembled wooden playset complete with swings, trapeze, slide,
climbing wall, and even a telescope. The yard's sitting area is now shaded by a huge circular patio umbrella, and I so enjoyed sitting there watching the boys at play, that is when I wasn't part of the play.
I'm good at pushing swings, but I'm afraid jumping on the trampline is a definite no-no with my tricky back, though Alex kept trying to pull me up there.
Funny...even with all the fabulous equipment in the yard, the sprinkler is always a main attraction.
The trip home was uneventful as I once again took on the interstate challenge; but it was early so traffic was fairly light, though the same hot rodders were still running their faux races. I always love the part of the journey where I can exit the many-laned madness to the beauty of Highway 12 through the gorgeous Sonoma Valley. As I admired the paintbrush beauty of the many hued wildflowers, I could feel a sense of peace overtake me. Home Sweet Home. Mmmmm.
