The Bird People

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I’ve learned some things while being “back home” this week.  First of all, there is no back home. Home is where my rig is parked, be it out West, the Midwest, the South or well, you’re getting the gist of this.  After the medical appointments and the business items, and the small errands that needed to be taken care of, I’m finding myself antsy to get back on the road again. Sure, it was wonderful to see my sister and her family and it was rewarding to me to be able to give her some golf tips that altered her game for the better.  Teaching’s what I’m all about. I had breakfast on Saturday with Robin’s entire extended family. That was a joy as well. And the visits with friends and neighbors from “our old street” was phenomenal.  I couldn’t have been treated better.  But the wanderlust continues to evoke those nomadic genes in my soul.  Having ancestors from south-central Europe that were on the move constantly has manifested that lifestyle in me, at least for the time being. I learned that not only am I not possessed by a regular “home”, I really have no desire to live in one presently. It can’t be moved easily.  I see my friends going about their daily tasks, knowing exactly what’s expected of them and what the day will bring.  They truly have a comfort level that I’m not comfortable with.  I love the fear of not knowing what I’m doing tomorrow or where I’ll be at days end. As its often been stated,  “isn’t life strange, a turn of the page”.  I like that.  I am spending my last night here, having dinner with my son Ryan while he is in Pittsburgh on business.  I haven’t seen him in three months and won’t again until his wedding in mid October. Time with him has been priceless.  And while awaiting his work day to finish and a quiet dinner with him, I treated myself to one of my favorite places.  Gary and Sandy Antoinette are the owners of the Wild Bird Center of McMurray. I can’t keep away from that place and I’ve spent far too much money in there lately. But I have some really neat surprises in store for Robin when we again connect in Raleigh tomorrow evening. That’s my next stop on the continuum to some beach time for the Labor Day weekend. Dinner and stimulating conversation with Ryan tonight, a good night’s rest and then we’ll both head in different directions in the morning. I’m missing Robin and he’s missing Carolyn. Like father-like son, both yearning for a good woman.