29 April 2009

back in the US, back in the US, back in the US...oh, that's it.

No more British words.

But ask me sometime--I may have a few more up my sleeve that I don't remember at the moment.

I hope most of you have enjoyed my blog. I've been hearing that quite a few people have been reading it--this idea makes me a little nervous, and I'm glad I didn't know it before--I might have felt too much pressure.

I hope everyone is well, and I'm glad to see that life, as I knew it, continued on without me..but a few things are still easily recognized:

Justine
Trinity's OPUS
The Carpenter's DeanMobile
et cetera.

The plane ride was uneventful, save for a crabby stewardess who rolled her eyes at most people and was short with others. I found this entertaining, and even paused some of my movies to watch her not-so-customer-friendly tactics.

Her hair looked good, though. Maybe she should give up the high heels--the last time I checked, standing on high heels for eight hours at extremely high altitudes don't better anyone's disposition (unless you count it for others' entertainment...)

I should check out of here, as I have a few jobs to look up while I'm in Palos Heights, IL for the next few weeks.

Be on the lookout for another blog--this one will be left alone for a long time, unless I decide to visit England again. In the Springtime. Stipulations.

Well, I can't say cheers anymore...but...Blessings to you all!

And, thanks for reading. It's been an adventure of spring negotiations. Spring came around in England. But I'll have to work my magic to make the bleariness of Illinois fade away.

With love.

2 comments:

  1. Sorry to see that this is your last blog about england but glad to have you back in the states. Looking forward to our summer together. see you soon! Love,Mom.

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  2. How quickly Spring caught up in Illinois! I need a scythe to keep up with the lawn---or maybe some sheep . . . .
    Welcome home; looking forward to the memories and stories of England that pop up unawares.

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