Dear Diary, I am easily entertained you see. Easily bored too, but the saving grace is I am easily entertained. I don’t need to go to Madagascar to wake up my eyes. I don’t need to go to Fiji, to wake up my senses. I am lucky that way. This summer I have gone for drives. Long ones, short ones. I usually nab some one to go with me, but alone is okay too. Sometimes I am a little ashamed that I do not like to travel. Every once in a while I force myself to go somewhere, but it is mainly so I can say that I did. Alot of my friends travel a great deal, so sometimes I feel like quite a hick when they talk about where they have been and what they saw, and what they ate, and the music they heard, and the things they saw.
To say that I went to Wallace, and saw a quilt show, and saw these beautiful quilt tops hanging on the line hardly seems enough. I guess you just have to ask yourself… Enough for who? Enough for me? Yes. That is all it has to be. Enough for me.
Right now I am rattling my keys. Where to today?