First off, I admit it, the whole "blog every day" thing has been well and truly knocked into a cocked hat. It was not from lack of good intention (and you know I must've paved miles of that infamous road with my good intentions).
We've been on 'oliday, as the Brits would have it, for most of April. I hesitate to call it a vacation, since to me a vacation is a true rest. Unpacking each evening and repacking each morning isn't really much of a vacation for me (okay, the secret's out, Himself is an old-fashioned husband in some respects - and I am enough of a Martha Stewart to shudder at the thought of his packing a suitcase anyhow, so I just get on and do).
I tend to keep this kind of thing under my hat anymore until after the fact, because (sigh) you never know who's reading what, and with 'net (in)security being what it is, I figure the last thing I need to do is announce when we'll be away.
I had still planned to blog something each day, and in anticipation of that, I had loaded pictures and such into ...well, into a cloud. Somewhere. Beats me what this tech-y stuff is. I did what I was supposed to do, and I can SEE the pictures in a gallery there, but could I access them? Hah. So between my lack of quickie-pix and the often iffy internet connections, I early on gave up daily blogs. Which is okay. Gave me more time to re-pack each morning. (You can laff now.)
When I turned 60 last fall, the plan was to take a cruise - that fell through by March of last year. Then the plan became to take a cruise this year (are you spotting a theme here?) - which may or may not yet happen. (My whole cruise-fixation is focused on unpacking once... repacking once, plus having someone else bring the destinations to me. Some call it laziness. I call it a vacation.)
With one thing and another (a beneficent gift, airfare discounts, an affinity for Civil War history, et al.) the time seemed right, so us mice made our plans.
This trip was all about Dixie: we flew in and out of Atlanta (which neither of us had ever been to before) and rented a car. Over the ensuing weeks we drove 3000+ miles (well, HE drove - driving has pretty much gone by the wayside for me), visiting scads of big cities and tiny crossroads and famous landmarks and nearly-unknown locations across six (seven? a bunch of) states.
In short, we had a ball.
I've had enough time to recover from jetlag - pretty much - and start catching up the laundry (!). The next task is to sort through the pictures. Himself said that, between us, we have something like 4000. Surely he exaggerates.
Point being, it will take me a little time to go through them and pick a few out as representative samples (you didn't think I was going to subject you to all of them, did you? haha - there's more than one of some sidewalks... a door jamb... my foot... his foot... blurred sky... you see why they need editing), then tell you about some of the places we went.
Meanwhile, May is reboot month at the Coff household. I was fairly good - FAIR-ly good - about toeing the line insofar as diet is concerned, but not as good as I should've (could've) been. Well, as Mehitabel used to say, wotthehell, wotthehell. It was a vacation - of sorts - after all. The clothes still fit, so weight gain isn't really an issue, but blood sugar (me) and cholesterol (him) surely would reflect some lousy results. A couple months of stringent control will see them right, I have no doubt.
So: reboot month, upcoming travelogues, and - spring has sprung. Have I left anything out?
Have a good'un, Sparklers - carpe diem!