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    "Home again, home again, jiggety jig..."

    Thank you, Katee, Ben, and Emmie for great articles and for filling in while I was away.  You are talented writers and we enjoyed your work!  Thank you, niece Annika, for looking after our home and varmints, watering the gardens, and leaving all the wonderful surprises around the place! 

    What a wonderful trip!  A very Happy Anniversary it was.  This was actually our second celebration of 30 wedded years.  You may remember that our children took us out for a lovely dinner while they were with us in May (click on the link for my original article).  So, this was like icing on the cake; and a very yummy cake it was.

    We took a road trip, south through Arkansas, stopping for two nights in Hot Springs.  A lovely Victorian Bed & Breakfast was our home, not far from Bathhouse Row.  The home was built in 1905, beautifully appointed with Victorian-era furnishings, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Our hosts were friendly and accommodating - we enjoyed two fine breakfasts in their neat dining room.  Hot Springs is full of beautiful buildings, rich history, and, of course, hot springs.  Thermal mineral springs, to be exact.  We treated ourselves to a spa day at one of the historic bathhouses, the Quapaw.  Our time there included a relaxing soak in a thermal mineral bath, and a long, luxurious massage.  Touring, on foot and by car, eating delicious food, and drinking all the free mineral water we could guzzle were highlights.  Hot Springs has fountains and water stations throughout the historic district - we even filled several glass containers to see us through the rest of our trip.  One of our last stops was the Mountain Valley store and museum for several cases of Arkansas’ premier spring water.  (I’m really not being paid for this endorsement…we just loved Hot Springs!)

    Meandering over country roads, we reached our next destination in east Texas.  Jefferson, Texas is a historic port town, and where my husband’s ancestors gained access to the interior of Texas.  They traveled the same bayou we toured, on a riverboat, coming down the Mississippi River from Illinois.  Not many of the same buildings are still standing, as fire, floods, and destruction of the wharf took their toll.  Established in the early 1800’s, Jefferson was the second largest port in Texas, after Galveston.  In its heyday, it was a thriving place, rich, with an international citizenry.  The history of the area is interesting and we really enjoyed our time there.  Staying two nights in another historic Bed & Breakfast Inn was restful and fun.  Our Jefferson hosts were hospitable, and their home was lovely.  We had a big room, downstairs, ate gourmet breakfasts, and spent a few morning hours in their sweet gazebo.

    It was hot, oh, so hot.  No rain along the way except the occasional drop or two.  The clouds were beautiful, lots of fluffy nimbus and cumulonimbus.  They just never bunched up, electrified themselves, and produced rain.  The heat didn’t stop us, though.  We walked, read historical markers, boated, shopped, and toured until we couldn’t stand it any longer.  Then, the air conditioning made us even more thankful for modern conveniences!

    I love my husband - thank you, GB, for a grand adventure!

    ** By the way, the above title is from a Mother Goose Nursery rhyme, and daddy always used this line whenever we arrived home after being gone a while.  Here is the rhyme in its entirety:

    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
    To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
    Home again, home again, market is done.

    Daycation and a Rainy Day Today

    A lovely visit with my lifelong friend from southwest Arkansas just ended and we had a great time!  You were introduced to this kindred spirit early in my blogging journey.  She came with her husband, who was here on business, and we had a grand time over a couple of days.  My sister was with us yesterday, and during our ice cream feast (which included one treat of the “gooey, caramely” variety), I was instructed to post a journal on the merits of a “daycation”.

    And it is an experience just as you would imagine.  One day (or two), spent relatively close to home, that does not include thoughts of work, piled up laundry, unwatered gardens, or unfinished projects.  Well, the day did have some thoughts of those chores, because we told ourselves we were not going to dwell on them.  Clever.

    We treasure hunted (stops at thrift stores, watching for yard sales), had an excellent lunch at a local Thai restaurant (a first time experience for one of us and where a niece is working this summer), fabric and ribbon shopped, made a health food store trip, dropped off a gift at a friend’s house (a hand-crafted Weekender Bag), and ran a couple of necessary errands (we were already out).  I’m thinking there was something else, oh yes, the ice cream feast.

    Of course, we were just exhausted and our dessert stomachs were completely empty.  Our fun day included, besides the above, catching up, sharing stories (sad and happy), talking sewing, gardening, homemade granola, kids, and finding bargains.  It was hot, it was super sunny, and our Thai lunch was waning.  On the quest for said “gooey, caramley”, we decided on the local frozen custard shop.  When the lovely treats were handed to us, here is what I heard (I was driving), “It’s Niagara Falls in here, my mouth is watering so.”  “My mouth is doing a happy dance!”  “This is just what I wanted.”  “I could go for what you are having, but without the vanilla ice cream (she’s an exclusive chocolate ice cream lover).”  And so on.

    On second thought, a daycation does not have to include leaving your home area at all.


    **There are new articles on all my pages - enjoy.  I’d love to hear from you!