Thursday, May 2, 2013


A trip to the rural east coast with spotty internet connection.  A monstrous head cold brought back to fuel the sleep deprivation that started with five nights of camping.

So I have not written.

The first night back in our house, having walked in the door at 1am, my daughter in her bed quietly told me that she was scared.  She didn't know how to explain it, but I knew.  Our routine had flown into the winds of airports, sleeping in pop-up campers with no official bedtime, missed school, haphazard meals caught here and there eaten on a grassy hillside or in a rainstorm, tumbling around on huge lawns with just-met cousins as blues or bluegrass played. 

It was fun, but for a girl who's still not even in this country for two years, disconcerting...scary.  Extra hug, caress on the forehead and a "it'll feel normal again tomorrow."  She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

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