No Place Like Home

Dorothy got it right, there is no place like home ...

I was so excited to get out of the rehab center, I thought I would loose my mind if it did not happen sooner!

Of course, I watched with interest as I was driven the six miles home - I had no clue where I was, nor how to get there!  It was good to see familiar streets and buildings.  My soul was allowed some peace and I calmed down,

First stop was Azteca, a nice Jalisco style Mexican place I have eaten at, at least three times a week for decades (when I was in the area)!  So, it must be nice.  Oh make no mistake, ever so often they will be training a new cook and I will about die ...

Rested, fed, my lungs full of the air only found in freedom, I headed home.

A group of friends were waiting and it did take four adults but I was able to traverse the stairs and the distance from the road, to arrive at my front door.  Oldest Daughter's rotten cat as soon as she heard my voice came running and we had a 40 minute purr session all over me!  Very uncharacteristic.

Lest I forget, I got to see the bridge being built to the street, very impressive is all I have to say!  I think it might be done by the weekend for as far as they have gotten and if the concrete drys nicely.  It will be good to do things thia week like get a haircut and go see the latest James Bond with Swede.

:)

So, I am writing this on Wednesday as I foresee that I will be mega busy between now and Monday doing nothing but cleaning and prepping my living area for someone with mobility issues,