We're Home!

          

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig!  Nothing like getting back to home, sweet home. We’d just spent two happy weeks in Hawaii, taking in as many sites and sights as possible. Pulling into the driveway we noticed our drooping garden. Our neighborhood teenager we’d hired to water must have forgotten! Take care of that later.

            Unlocking the front door felt great and we were so glad to get into our comfy home again. I flipped the kitchen light switch…no electricity? Great. Call Edison.  The counters had a strange look to them; sort of black and MOVING!! Ants, millions of ants had invaded while we were gone. Find the Raid.

            Must go pick up the dog. The kennel keepers comment when identifying him; “Oh, the mean one!”  He’d bitten the guy, for which there was an additional charge.

            “The bank called while you were gone; we have ten bounced checks because your paycheck never got deposited!” Call the district office for clarification and an argument. Ahhhh, will it never end? We’d only been home a few hours and I still needed to do three tons of washing as well. Get started.

            As I turned pockets of jeans inside out, a dozen little lava rocks fell out of mine. Now I remembered the sign at the Big Island volcano museum. The goddess Pele was a jealous keeper of her lava, and anyone who stole some would experience bad luck! Nah, couldn’t be.

            That was the extreme frustrating end to a vacation, but I find coming home after traveling is always bittersweet. Coming back to reality after a mountaintop experience can put me in a “mood” if I’m not alert to my emotions and keep reminding myself of all the good things in my life. My father-in-law always said a good vacation meant you’d had a good time but you’re grateful to be home.