The first thing I did was take a long, long, long shower, and change into clean pyjamas that had not gone on the road, and crawl into bed.
After several months away, I was afraid my cats were going to be very, very angry. They were not.
After a delicious nap, Ryan and I toasted our success thus far with some of the bourbon we picked up at Maker's Mark, which felt like a very, very, very long time ago.
We also sorted through our National Park pamphlets. Here are the places Vincent has been:
Becoming civilized was hard at first. Hanging out with people we knew was interesting, since we'd really only spoken with each other and fun people from breweries for the past several months. Did people want to hear road stories, or did that make me sound snobby? Was I too enthusiastic? Did anyone care about seeing my pictures? How much sake is too much?
I spent nearly ever morning at the barn with my faithful horse, Bragg. Eventually, the barn owner let me do morning feed so she could take care of some dire family issues, and I played with ponies until it got too hot.
I did a lot of cooking, which was challenging, since I didn't remember where things lived in my kitchen.
I went to Washington DC for a dear friend's tenth wedding anniversary and drank Soju for the first time.
Ryan and I went to Dayton and checked out the Air Force Museum.
We celebrated my mother's birthday.
We celebrated Ryan's mother's birthday.
We attended the funeral of another friend's grandfather.
We helped people move- Ryan helped his brother move down the street, and I helped a friend move from St. Louis to Cincy. We both helped my mother move out of her home of the past 20 years to a new apartment across town.
Ryan went to Colorado with his brothers and scaled three 14ers.
We mostly tried to keep busy and not spend money.
And yet, the road called to us, so soon, we'll load up Vincent and head out to see the rest of the country before Ryan's sabbatical runs out in October. Stay tuned- there's going to be more.
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