I loved it, but I'm tired. Took the kids to Mt Rushmore, which GS #2 loved. After we got home, he said he "missed the presidents" and wanted to go back!
Having honest visitors also means getting a rundown about what is wrong with the house. I've noticed a musty smell in my basement--turns out the shower is leaking. We never shower in the basement, so we would not notice. Worms and grasshoppers attacked my grandchildren as they slept. Gotta figure out how they are getting in.
Of course Taciturn thinks telling us these things is the height of rudeness. I am thankful for the information as I would not know otherwise, and could not fix it. But T has an irrational relationship with our house which may short-circuit our plans to move--he takes any criticism of the house, which he views as an extension of himself, as criticism of him.
That is enough for now. Meanwhile, here is a blog from the New York Times that ends with one of the most poignant sentences about a certain VP candidate that I've read. Don't be dismayed by the title.
Now that the month of vacation and many visitors is over, I hope to get back to regular life and regular habits. Spiritual disciplines sure take a beating when there is no routine!