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Dreams of her mother

“Where are you going tonight?” Beatrix stood in the bathroom door, watching me tie a belt around a cardigan. My hair was flippy and I wore makeup. She could tell I wasn’t preparing for a night of rolling Little Smokies in canned crescent roll dough.

Last night, I had a dinner with some of my bloggy friends. I’ve been gone a lot lately, but as I tell everyone who cares and doesn’t care, that’s just the way it worked out. Thankfully, the calendar boxes are clearing and I’ll be at home a lot more in the coming weeks. If my calendar were pimply teenaged boy, it’s apparent his mom finally took him to a dermatologist. The redness is diminishing. I don’t have the urge to pop some days into oblivion. My calendar might ask someone to prom.

She proposed coming with me. I said it was just for grown-ups. Then she brightened, “Can I travel with you some time?’ I said I would love that. She grinned, ‘Like to New York City or Paris?’

If she’s asking to go to NYC or Paris as a fresh five-year-old, where will she want to go when she’s 16? Antarctica? Saturn’s moons? I laughed at her suggestion, assuring her that I would be happy to go to New York City or Paris with her. I’ve never been. We could see those cities for the first time, together. Just when I was picturing the two of us standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower with my embroidered Gretchen beret and her Beatrix beret, looking all Griswoldian, she piped up, ‘And when I grow up, I’m going to work at the Applebee’s in New York City!”

I love my dreamer. Why work at a location on a suburban Denver corner, when you can serve tourists from suburban, Denver, Akron, Tuscon? I’ll be the grateful one in the I Heart NYC shirt with the best table in the house.

This is my Just Write entry, which is hosted by Heather of the Extraordinary Ordinary.

Sweet South Getaway

Cotton grown in patch at Anne Close Greenway, Fort Mill, SC

I am home from a whirlwind trip to Charlotte, Fort Mill, Charleston, and Folly Beach. My sister and her family have lived there for well over a decade. About six months ago, I won an Orbitz contest at Facebook. I got free airfare anywhere in the lower 48. Without hesitation, I chose this trip. What a great decision.

Sunrise, Anne Close Greenway

I had never been in the south, aside from Florida which seems like it’s own planet. I had never seen the Atlantic Ocean. I know, seems crazy to the 70% of the country that lives within 100 miles of the Atlantic, but that’s how it is when you are born in raised in the Wild West. I’m a West Coast type. You should have heard our rap-off comparing oceans.

Winter cabbage in my sister's garden, Fort Mill, South Carolina

Anyway, my sister’s home is crazy-lovely, with lush gardens still in bloom. I was astonished by the greenery and trees, everywhere. I was also struck by the history. What a special place.

Cemetery dating to early 1800s around the corner from sister's home

The people were very, very friendly. We went on a hike on Friday morning to the Anne Close Greenway. Everyone we met said, “HELLO!!” in big friendly voices with big friendly smiles. I thought Colorado was friendly with our nods of acknowledgment.

Cupcake from Cupcrazed, which won Food Network's Cupcake Wars

I enjoyed being called “Baby” as in, “Would ya like your receipt, baby?” said in silky smooth drawl. Yes. Yes I would.

Coleus, Nathaniel Russell House Garden, Charleston

I tried a lot of new things. I had sweet tea, which is really sweet. Don’t let the name fool you into thinking it’s just hyperbole. As someone who drinks coffee black, I wasn’t a fan. I ate grits and shrimp. I had never had grits and was surprised to see they looked like Malt O Meal. I was expecting something with more texture and definition, something that lived up to the word grits. It was cheesy and so rich, I couldn’t finish. But delicious.

A longtime favorite quote, posted outside a famous Charleston Cemetery

Loved the twisty, gnarled trees and green everywhere

The best part was simply relaxing with my sister, my niece, my brother-in-law, and their small horse of a German Shepherd, Baron. We had a lot of laughs and ate amazing food. I’ve never been so far away from home, but I felt right at home.

Charleston Unitarian Cemetery was stunning, lush, bursting with life, oddly

Me, dipping my toesies in the Atlantic Ocean for the first time

My sister

My niece

Jellyfish. I thought the kids would be interested.

Of course, with every new experience, new food, new sight I wished our whole family could have been there together. I had to picture the kids romping on the beach, chasing each other, collecting shells, squealing. Maybe someday.

A message for my 9 sweethearts at home

Flying home

Thanks to my sister and her family for sharing their home and showing me the sights. It was a lovely getaway.

(edited to note: all photos were taken with my phone)

Gretchen on a plane

When you think about flying, it’s nuts really. Here you are at about 40,000 feet, screaming along at 700 miles an hour and you’re sitting there drinking Diet Pepsi and eating peanuts. It just doesn’t make any sense. ~David Letterman

I am out of here for the weekend, hopping on a jet for a little adventure.

Be good.

(fyi, this is my standard “I’ll be away” message, in case you think you’ve seen it before)