dripping wet but happy - back from Niagara

it has been too long, and probably never, that i took a vacation and wrote nothing. actually writing nothing for two weeks! twitter does not count. fingers must be kept lubricated other than by covering squirming children with sunscreen or with bbq sauce. so after two years and another squirming child to entertain, we retravelled niagara and i revisited some of my past lovers - jackson triggs and walter pelham - made a new lover - lailey - and felt utterly relaxed and happy to be be away but in familiar waters. jet lag means i am still awake and i hear through the stillness of the house the movement of children also awake in the middle of the night. we went for groceries this evening - after a few hours stolen sleep as the washing machine ran and the kitchen became an obstacle course of open and half empty suitcases. we walked through the german store speaking english ... i gave in to a frozen pizza but not ice cream ... and when we returned i held a heavy bottle of golden coloured chardonnay, covered in condensation, in my hand. I poured a glass and thought of the hot sunshine of a very few days previous, of old friends and new, of laughing and enjoying so many flavours of summer - of the tang of new wines on my tongue, of the smell of asparagus and chocolate, rich peppery steaks and grilled peppers lingering in the back of my mouth ... this was all just a few days and hours ago - and I was very sad. ciao for now - katrin