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Royals

There’s something about going out of town for the weekend that warps time. Saturday we headed up into Missouri for my husband’s family reunion. It was only about a three hour drive so we could have come home that evening with no problems, but six hours on a motorcycle, even with a nice break in between…eh, no thank you. My husband does it often but me, not so much. We spent Saturday at the reunion and then rode around to various Harley-Davidson dealerships collecting poker chips for hubby’s collection, then finally checked in to a hotel where we took much needed showers because OMG TOO HOT. I watched HGTV – my go to hotel room activity. We don’t have cable for our TV at home, we just don’t watch enough TV to justify it, so when we spend time in a hotel, I skip everything else and go for straight for HGTV. I even skipped the Harry Potter movie marathon that was going on. I was surfing through looking for HGTV and landed on Goblet of Fire, but had to scroll past that when I saw what part of the movie I’d landed in. No thank you, not in the mood for SOBBING MY FACE OFF.

Sunday we slept in, watched some more HGTV (I’ve just discovered Fixer Upper – love it!) and then meandered our way back home. We drove past Kansas City and it’s a place I’d like to go back and explore. From the highway, you can see buildings from all different decades, which is more interesting to me than a place like Dallas, which I’m sure has its historical bits but from the highway it looks like it sprang up over night, all the glass and shiny NEW NEW NEW everywhere. I would have liked to have done a bit of exploring while we were there but it was just too hot this weekend. That’s my idea of fun – go somewhere without planning anything, and once I get there start Googling for locations of things that interest me.

Anyway, we made it home Sunday afternoon in time to find out Germany won the World Cup. I did a bit of spackling in my bedroom and cleaned up some of the tools I no longer need in there, such as my steamer. Amazing how much room that little thing can take up. Went to work Monday morning and spent about 80 percent of the day wondering why it felt like a Thursday instead. Went grocery shopping after work and on the way home, the clouds and the sun were doing some amazing things so I did something I never do – whipped off to the side of the road in rush hour traffic and stopped to take a photo.

Sounds silly but there’s a morning that I regret not doing the same thing – I missed getting a photo of a really spectacular sunrise and have waiting for that opportunity to repeat itself ever since. Insert clichéd life lesson <here>.