Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig...*

Scheck and I are back from our extended stay in East Tennessee. It was absolutely lovely, and a fab time was had by all.

I've actually got way too much to say about the trip: what we saw, who we saw, where we went, what we did - but I think I need a day or two to process it all, now that we are just a tiny bit removed from it.
Let's allow that editor that allegedly resides inside my head (the one who is supposed to stop me from saying thoughtless things, or rambling on far too much - you know, the one who usually seems to be asleep on the job...) to actually earn his keep and to help me to contemplate what I want to say, and make some sense of it all.

I also need some time to process all the wonderful information I came home to.
Masses and masses of information: mail (both snail- and e-), newspapers, library books, TiVo'ed programs, and the blogs, oh the blogs that I have to catch up on! So much information-y goodness.

I am both overwhelmed and excited...
It is amazing how much I was able to accomplish when I wasn't reading the paper cover to cover each day, or watching TV, or keeping up with the blogsphere. It really did give me noticeable amounts of additional free time. However, I feel shockingly ignorant. I am shockingly ignorant. I think a tsunami hit, and that the Middle East is really in turmoil - but that's about it. It's frightening how quickly you can lose touch of what is happening in the world....


*And to welcome us back, Georgia greeted us with open arms.
And an outdoor temperature of 100+°. Holy crud, that's hot!

5 comments:

autum said...

Welcome back! I've missed you!

The Caretaker said...

Tell me you voted. Yout got back in time to vote, right? Welcome back! Ditto what Autum said.

capello said...

Please tell me you wore the boots in Tennessee AND have a photo...

Laurie said...

My friend Jenna and I survey people who say "Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig." She had never heard it until she meet me in 1989. I've said it always because my mom says it. My husband first heard it from me in 1990 and he never heard anyone else say it until the movie Bladerunner. Jenna now lives in CA and reports that a slightly different version, "Home Again, Home Again, Juggety-Jug" is heard on the east coast. What's your story?

(Glad you guys are back. I longingly look for the wagon everytime I drive or walk by, which is a few hundred times a day.)

LLA said...

Thanks for all the welcome-backs, everyone! Its good to be back, or at least it will be when I am all unpacked and laundried, etc. I'm kind of goofing off and reading today... did I mention all the reading goodness???? Also, tomorrow I turn old(er) and don't feel like laboring on my birthday eve....

And for you, Miss Laurie...
It's a nursery rhyme that I learned as a kid, but I couldn't tell you where I learned it:

To market, to market to buy a fat pig
Home again, home again
jiggety-jig.

To market, to market to buy a fat hog
Home again, home again
jiggety-jog


Kind of makes you wonder what they're going to market for on the Left Coast.... bugs? rugs? Kind of makes you ponder....