Home, sweet home...and pacing

There is no place like home, despite the suitcases that need to be emptied, mail that needs attending to, marketing that needs to get done, etc.  We are happy to be here.

Fall colors have basically left Mayberry all dull and brown, with leaves blowing everywhere, or still clinging with their last hope on the tree limbs.  Time marches on, and Mother nature confirms that November is solidly in place.  It is hard to believe that Thanksgiving is almost upon us, but it sure is.  I need to go turkey shopping!

So photos will have to wait a bit to get downloaded, as well as trip details, but they shall be forthcoming.  Right now I am worrying our son through outpatient hand surgery in Charlotte, wishing I could be there.  Feel free to help me worry and pray.  I have faith in the medical team, of course, but I am his mama and he is still my child, especially when anything goes wrong.  He was using his pocket knife last week to pry something open.  It slipped and cut his palm, apparently severing a tendon to his L index finger.  Hopefully it is easily fixable.  He has to live with a cast for 6 weeks, small nuisance for having a usable finger for the rest of his life.

I'll let y'all know tomorrow how he is doing.  Thanks to niece June for taking such good care of Brian.

That's it from paradise.  I need to go pace the floor awhile.