Hotlanta
I arrived in Atlanta in blazing trail time and got here just long enough to circle 285 enough times to make me so very happy I live in a city where I never have to get on the freeway if I don’t want to. Good lord! The first thing I noticed when I crossed the Georgia border were the trees, multicolored, multi species, wonderful beautiful trees. Then I noticed the freeway.
Then I went to have an Indian feast with my brother’s family – which has expanded so much – they were barely recognizable. My nephew is this big ox of a man, my other nephew is going to start law school and he has a child Tin’s age and all of the girls rock – because we are all marathoners – my niece and two niece-in-laws all completed theirs this year.
Last stop, I came back to my friend’s (from high school) house and we stayed up till past midnight (as we are want to do) to catch up on everything that has happened since the last time.
I woke this morning to this feeling that Tin was going to get up any minute and then suddenly, hearing the train going by missed him, and rolled over and went back to sleep.
Ahhhhh.