Home Again

Coffee this morning is at home. I feel I should have a little smilie or emoticon to indicate happiness here. I've been away for two days with The Girl Child while the boys held the fort with the dogs. 

Coffee the morning I was away was interesting:

I was staying at my aunt's house. It was quiet as the early risers were up and out and the rest were sleeping. So I quietly made my coffee and sat down at the little cafe table in the kitchen to drink it. I guess I smelled right or was sitting in the right place. This cat clambered up me and buried itself in my neck and hair. It then settled in and I was holding a cat for quite some time while I drank my coffee. 

The funny thing - and not funny 'ha ha' - is that the cat is a hairless cat and that makes petting it very similar to petting a rubber glove. It's a little unnerving to actually see what goes on under the usual kitty fur. 

 

 

While I was away I got to attend a very nice baby shower at a very swanky golf club. My SisterInLaw is the mama-to-be. We travelled on after the shower to my mom's hometown. We didn't even stop to catch our breath before heading out to the movies to see The Fault in Our Stars. Now I have to read the book. 

The second day of my little trip involved shopping for the morning while my mom took her mom to the lawyer's office. A nice lunch followed at a place where we all could eat. And that's tricky since our eating habits go from Carnivorous to Vegan-Gluten-Free-No-Seeds-Or-Nuts.

On our way home, we stopped at a locally famous bakery and bought cinnamon buns to bring home for the boys. The Girl Child got a gopher tail. I think this is a play on the Canadian Beaver Tail - deep fried pastry dipped in sugar and topped with sugary syrup of choice. The gopher tail was deep fried pastry filled with cream and then rolled in sugar and topped with sugary syrup in many flavours.

 

 

 

This treat made for a happy teenager who didn't really notice the milk-run of a drive through cottage country to the highway that would deliver us home. 

It was a short and sweet trip and we accomplished a lot. I have not travelled with my mom for quite a few years - we used to do trips like this all the time...then I had babies. The kids have done this trip more often than I have while they've been growing up. I had forgotten how very busy these trips can be. No moment is spared. Visiting is scheduled and timed, sleeping is over rated and there are few stops along the way between tasks. It's a good time, but it's nice to get home, too.

♥Mrs. A.