There's no place like home

There's no place like home! Closest thing *this* Dorothy gets to ruby slippers is red fakenstocks, but had I had them on yesterday, there'd have been a whole lotta heel clicking going on. I'm sure those who live in Syracuse, NY like it well enough, and I'm sure there are parts of it that are as fabulously hometown as anywhere else, but 3 days was about 2 days too long for me. But we're home, and it smells good here, and it feels good here, and it looks sooooooo good here. Ahhh.

Went to the zoo C went to the Museum of Science and Technology CD Drove through downtown Syracuse about a zillion times trying to find the right turn D. Suffice it to say someone could make a killing marketing a detailed street map of the City of Syracuse to local hotels and tourist destinations. I'm just sayin'. Oh, we went to the Salt Museum too! A museum of SALT and not a french fry to be found. Scott asked if we were going to look for the Museum of Dirt next trip. Maybe we will, it's in Boston, a mere 4 1/2 hours away! So, we're home again, home again, and even doing laundry and taking the trash out, I feel like doing a jiggity jig.

It's beautifully cool and sunny today. Duncan's quilt is home and in need of binding, Denise has sent Joy's rows on and they arrived just as we were leaving. I could, theoretically, do some sewing. Imagine!