Star Wars and home

OH blessed home, the most beautiful place on earth, though Banff, Vancouver and Long Beach come close, very very close, but they're not home. I walked into my house which was shining and warm and familiar, everything I know, and it's all mine. My grandmother's vase, my mother's silver ladle, the portrait of my grandfather. And yet, as I looked around, I thought, there's too much. Get rid of some of it.

That often happens when I come home, but then I forget. I'll try not to forget this time. Too much.

I am carrying so much with me - not stuff, but memories that I'll be processing for a long time. Can't deal with them now. I went straight out to the garden - daffodils, garlic growing, green things pushing forth. The trees don't even have buds though - I'll get to go through another spring from beginning to end. Lucky me.

Here are my last travel shots:

 This morning's walk. I brought a little pine branch with cone home with me to smell the woods.

 from the airport bus - big sky

 and little mountain

How the world has changed - this is the journal section of the Calgary airport. All of those! There must be a lot of journal writing going on. Repeat after me: "I feel ..."

On the plane, I watched the latest Star Wars - the perfect way to watch it, when the noise got too much I could take out my earphones and just watch in silence. I thought it was silly and fun, but mostly silly, and very loud. At one point, there was my friend Harriet Walter for about three seconds, bandaging someone on a spaceship. Incredible that they'd bring in one of the best actresses in the world for a three second bit with one line. But what fun for her.

So. Dear Carol my tenant left me dinner in the fridge, I heated it up and opened a bottle of wine, and here I am. I already have a list for tomorrow, at the head of which is TAXES. Reality. How great is reality.