The lower loft is layered with a three month dusting of time. A cobweb attached my guitar case to the wall. Once I brushed it away and opened the case, my fingers, surprisingly moved with delicate and soothing precision on the strings of my guitar making a sound I haven't heard for three months and a sound that I didn't know my fingers remembered how to make.
Bagged and padded with a Verona theatre seat cushion, cardboard, toilette paper, Canada socks, flip flops and Britt's summer clothes, aside from a series of scratches, Wilson fared well on the trip and arrived in one piece. I filled the tires with air this morning and took a quick spin around the block. Stoneybrook roads are sure a lot smoother than the roads in Italy and the ride was fast and breezy. It is nice to have the bike in Canada. Wilson expects to be invited for dinner too.
Those of you who have asked me over to see pictures from the trip, be careful what you ask for as there are 50,780 of them! I will be happy to show them to you but you might have to provide permanent residence for me and a lot of wine so you can see them all.
Thank you for following the blog. The stats show that over the three months the blog site had 12,900 hits. I don't know how that can be possible. Maybe you all went there a 1290 times each? Thank you for your comments, emails and participation with me during the trip. The discipline of writing the blog each night for you, helped me keep the three months in order so I can remember as much as possible when I am showing you the 50,780 photos.
I am taking it easy today; unpacking slowly and having sporadic naps. It's kind of weird being home.