We returned home to Saint Louis tonight, after almost six months on the road. Most of that time was spent in Monterey. First, for my father’s passing and then afterwards attending to his estate. With his house still not yet sold that is an unfinished chapter. One where a new wrinkle has developed; our realtor broke his leg. He is likely now to suffer from all of the stairs in that house as much as my dad did towards his end.

We buried my father and got his house ready to show and then headed east in July. We stopped in Saint Louis for a few nights. Got my driver’s license renewed in the nick of time and then headed north to Lake Superior. At the cabin, we saw Dan and his many friends and Anne’s even more numerous relatives. There we dealt with electrical issues that we had to leave unresolved. We left Jane there and now those problems are in her hands.

That might be the theme to this summer. When the going gets tough, runaway. Anyway, I got home just days before my temporary driver’s license expired.

Anne took the photo with this post on our last night by Lake Superior. The wood’s once green ferns are turning brown. The weather up there has certainly turned autumnal. That is cold and rainy. Winter is coming. It’s good to be home.