The only time I want to be rich is after a sleepless, endless night-flight, when I stumble off the plane past the first class seats – you know – those ones where you can lie down flat. (Oh, and when I see amazing biker jackets in the finest, thinnest, softest, navy leather in a shop on Pearl Street, Boulder.)
It’s always painful saying goodbye to my family out in the States. Isaac told Lux I was sad, so she gave me a huge loving hug and said, in an attempt to cheer me up: “Everyone has to die, Sue. And you’re going to die fast.”
Be that as it may (!) I’m startled by how green it is here. It’s spring in Boulder, but the grass has not recovered from the harsh winter snow. Weather…weather. We were eating outside there on Monday, and on Tuesday night when Dave collected me from Manchester airport and drove me home over the hills, it was snowing.
It’s good to be home. It’s good to be back at my own laptop so I’m not blogging on the edge. The technological uncertainties and inadequacies of mobile Blogger make blogging on holiday an activity to be undertaken only by the determined.
Thank you for supporting my part in the World Autism Awareness Campaign, and telling people about BUT I TOLD YOU LAST YEAR THAT I LOVED YOU being free last weekend. And if any of you (who haven’t already done so) feel able to post a review of it on Amazon, I’d love it.
Also, I haven’t mentioned that there is an interview with me on Chrissie Poulson’s blog here.
Isaac, Wendy and kids are now in Palm Springs.
I am here, and ready for spring.