Well, we're home. I'm mostly unpacked, in what is record time, since we only got home a bit after midnight. Dad is coming home today to spend a few weeks fixing up the house. Hopefully he's bringing a Dillon phonebook. Oh, yeah. Apparently Rick's found a three-bedroom apartment within our price range, whatever that is. I hear the word "apartment" and instantly shy away. It might not be half as bad as it sounds, but associations and all that.

On Wednesday Sid Seaman took Doug, Owen, and me to the Garden of the Gods for a hike and lunch. It was fun. The gift shop has these beautiful little porcelain horses with designs on them. For example, one had black saddlebags, exhaust pipes, and flaming legs. It just made you think "motorcycle". And it's a horse. That was just the funniest one. Sid works in the jewelry section, so we got a tour of the Navajo rugs from a half-Navajo friend of hers. Tina was nice, and funny, and educational.

Dad just called. He's crossed into Nebraska, but there are still four hours to go. He sounds very happy.