GirlKit and I had obnoxious delays and a truly horrible meal in the Atlanta airport on our way back from Vermont, prompting her to declare that the only good option is to become rich enough to have her own jet.

I hope she’ll let me travel on it.

In the meantime, Vermont gave us a little of everything: a couple of chilly mornings, some rainy days, some sun, and enough heat to be able to use my cousins’ pool. We had a big group in the house for the weekend and dinner plans most nights. GirlKit and Sissa went to Zumba with my cousins. I skipped out on that one because I was fighting a tummy bug. Dumb!

We got to see my gorgeous heart-cousin and her great family, and she told me all about the book she’s writing. My other cousin has sheep to train her sheepdogs, so we watched them for a good long while. My other other cousin, the artist, brought us a pile of veg and flowers from a farm share.

She asked us to take pictures of the flowers in case she wants to use them in a painting.

Here’s another angle:

I spent a lot of time sitting on the front stoop watching the bees. I sure do love a nice fat bumble.

Bumble butt!

We went to lunch at Friendly’s and saw an alarming menu item.

Sissa and I went on a wild cleaning binge and threw away such items as the old miniature coffeemaker that sparks when you plug it in. (I believe that its the same coffeemaker that I took to college with me in the fall of 1987.) We reorganized like crazy people.

That doesn’t make much of a difference, though. It’s a vacation house, visited at irregular intervals by all sorts of people, so nothing EVER stays organized ever.

We bought a fireproof safe and put some of the old photo albums in it.

Mostly, it was just really good to spend a week at home.