Home!

Friday night my flight to Oakland was delayed nearly two hours, so instead of getting home at 10:30 it was after midnight.  But finally I made it.  Randy had a vase of my favorite irises waiting.  What a sweetie!  Saturday morning I practiced organ.  Linda was weeding in the front yard (she's the pastor's wife, they live next-door to the church), heard me, and came in to chat.  She told me about the somewhat improvised service when the substitute pianist didn't show up.  Randy and I took a walk in the afternoon, then Anita and Geoff met us for dinner at C'era una Volta, where we enjoyed a delicious meal, good conversation and the live music of Jim Passard and the Lost Cats.  Sunday morning at church people greeted me warmly, asking how the baby is.  Randy did not stay for lunch in Berkeley but came home to eat with me; he wanted to make roasted cauliflower and chard pizza, one of our favorites, while I was there to advise.  He reported that many of our friends asked how things were going.  I'm glad we have a support network.  My return flight was also delayed a bit, but here I am, back in Phoenix.

Linda asked what I miss most.  Besides Randy, I think I would have to say my piano.  The weather isn't an issue...yet!  While I do have a keyboard to play, it just isn't the same.  As time goes by I may notice other things.  Since I'm only watching the baby and not running a household (as I did when our children were little), I don't have to worry about fitting in trips to the grocery store or doctor's office or such, while still maintaining a schedule.  

I hear baby noises...to work!