Striking Out the Blues

It's always hard

to say good-bye.

Those of you who

have read P and H for

a while, know that

I generally fall prey to

 the blues when I

say good-bye to my

parents and fly home...

For a while.

I have to talk myself

UP ~

count my blessings

smile at our summer memories

look forward to future visits

One of those UP thoughts

that often recurs is the one

about families living far, far

apart from one another

in the old days, before

trains

planes

cars;

before telephones

or even reliable mail service.


 In other words,
it could be much worse.

So it seemed fitting

that on our last night

in Washington State

the five of us

{me, kids, Mom and Dad}

got to step back in time

for one glorious evening.

Three things that I love

intersected and swept my

blues away for a few hours.

History,

vintage

and baseball!

Seriously, as we sat under

huge trees, picnicking and

cheering on vintage baseball

teams at historic Fort Vancouver, 
it was like being a

time

traveler.

See what I mean?

Imagine being a young solider

or a military wife in the 1860's....

Far, far away from family,

friends and all that you'd 

known and grown up with.

Imagine the time it would 

take, if it was even possible,

to go home, again.

Imagine how much you

would have to pack 
for such a journey.

Imagine doing the laundry

when you got back home!
{And the time and the
method to wash it.}

Gosh, I'm feeling better,

already.

If you could step back in

time, when would it be?

I'd love to know.

As for me, I'll be right here,

 counting my blessings

and running lots and lots

and lots of laundry : )

Have a wonderful week!

xx

Suzanne