Note from the Homeland

Well, though life still feels all disconnected and I feel like I'm living in a floating world of sorts, all in all life is pretty good. I'm back where I (probably) belong, and, save a bum ankle, all are healthy and mostly happy.

Looks like there'll be more travel in my future as well: Atlanta. I gotta' admit, it's another city I've never had much interest in seeing, but it should be fun. Well, as fun as a flight and a night with a meeting can be. I've always wanted to see parts of the South, but the rural South. I guess urban areas are okay. But still, a city is a city, is it not? Please feel correct me if I'm wrong. And if there is something non-touristy that is a must-see while I'm in the ATL, DEFINITELY let me know. That's the stuff I really want to see.

It's supposed to snow any day now. I'm not all that eager for it; I have about 300 feet of fence to build before winter can start. I guess that's just the way it is. I just hope the ground doesn't freeze. Though snow is in the forecast, rain is here. And I love how it smells here when it rains. The wet juniper and sagebrush mix with the smell of loam and wafts off the hills in the most deliciously earthy scent. It smells so old and so familiar. The smell of wet firs and tall grass never smelled like home. This does, as does the smell of alfalfa at night and dry, stubborn heat. All of it familiar and ancient and welcoming.