Getting Back to Normal
The air-mattress is deflated. The extra pillows are all stacked in the guest room. The beer bottles have been sorted for recycling. The house is back to normal. As much as a I relish the quiet, I’m sad to see my family go. The visit reminded me how far we are from home, and of all the things I miss there. I guess it’s not really things I miss anyway, but people, friends and family. I’m not in any rush to leave the Bay Area, there are a lot of things I like here too. Someday though, I’d like to be closer to home.
And for you curious voyeurs out there, if you’d like to see the picture to which Matthew alluded in his last post, here it is.
If you look really closely (and squint and stand on one leg), behind that big stack of logs, there are two people. No telephoto lens, sorry!
Who’s the voyeur that got closer than this camera shot? Surely someone must have wandered over there to see what was going on because this vantage point doesn’t provide much. Not that I’m some perv that’s looking for the cheap thrill….
Sorry to disappoint, but my brother’s camera didn’t have any zoom. By this time they thought the people might have noticed, though they seemed pretty oblivious to me.