If you've been following us, you know that since early June we have not spent more than 2 days at home. Although we have enjoyed the places we've been and the people we interfaced with, it really is good to be home (if only for a short time again). For the first time, while unloading the explorer, I kept getting this feeling of doing the "Snoopie Dance".. you know what I mean? I just had that giggly feeling of "Boy, it's good to be home". The flowers needed deadheaded, weeds needed pulled, the grass definitely needed water (sorry gonna have to wait for rain). The swee autumn clematis in the front and the crepe myrtle in the back were threatening to bury the house... and since we arrived it has been too hot (for me) to spend significant time in the yard..... However, all in all.... It sure is good to be home. Do you get the idea??? I'm glad to be home. Speaking of homes. Sunday as we returned from Indiana, we needed to go to the Muncie (Indiana) Mall. When we got finished there, I said, "Hey, we are really close and don't have a deadline. What do you think about swinging over to Parker City?" Parker City, Indiana is a "new item" in this blog. That is where we went for my first job out of vet school at Purdue. A classic country veterinary practice where we ran up and down the country roads from farm to farm treating cattle, hogs, sheep and horses while operating a small dog and cat practice from the "base" during noon hours and evenings. This was a bittersweet time of our lives. I was working 13.5 of 14 days, so Georgia and one-year-old Rodney had to entertain themselves. I have 2 pictures in my mind from there. I would run in sometime arround noon for a quick bite to eat to find Rod sitting in his high chair with a mouth full of banana and a piece of banana in each hand. Of course Georgia was in the kitchen with him. The other image I have is Georgia pulling Rod's little red Radio Flyer through the picket fence gate with Rod "pushing" from the back. They would walk down to the track to watch the trains go by. As we drove by the practice building, we recognized it, but it had grown. Apparently since we were there it had become a large day care center, a site for several businesses and now a real estate office. We talked with one of the present owners and found that each time the place changed hands, the new owners built on more. We also went into town and found the house we lived in on Howard Street. We snapped a couple of pictures. The unique thing about this house was that it was 2 houses connected in the back by a large room. The significance of this is that the owner, an elderly widow, lived in the other part of the house and was apparently quite lonely. She had a very sad story about losing her son when he was just about Rod's age, so she had an affinity to him also. The problem is that we had to learn to keep our door to the connecting room locked because she would just walk in and wander around "our" house calling out because she wanted to visit. Of course this put Georgia in a tough situation because she didn't want the lady just walking in, yet didn't want to be "mean" and shut her out. As time went on, we decided it was a must. Besides caring for a one-year-old in a strange town, essentially by herself, Georgia had another duty.... Inside her, since about February, another person was developing.. Greg was born while we lived there... In fact, only a few weeks before we left that practice to begin radiology training at the University of Georgia. So here are some pictures of the house that we were glad to see, but not ready to hug. Days we were glad to put behind us, although we are sure they played some significant part in our development.
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