Returning from a flight.

I am a semi-migratory bird. I returned on Monday from a flight to Hastings, Florida. I got wet because the weather was bad and the flight was longer than anticipated.

I long for my family and they are scattered to the wind. I am in Tennessee they are in Georgia, Florida, Washington, California, Texas and more . . . keeping in touch means using Facebook, writing and phone calls, but . . . there is nothing like being with them.

Saturday night I was walking the beach in the evening and it was 80 degrees. The next day it was stormy and windy, the temperature dropped quickly. Tornado warnings were in the area and I played in the back yard with my grandsons.

When I got there I asked Cassius what he wanted to do for the weekend. He said, "Everything I want to do." I thought about that for a few moments and said, "Well . . . all right." We made flags out of banana leaves, painted them and tied them to a car that drives around the yard with the boys in it. The flags were lashed and painted beautiful colors.

We built a garage out of blocks and backed a truck into it so Cassius could use his tow truck and hook with a wench to pull the truck out of the garage. We used pastels to draw a butterfly, read and went on walks. I got to know Elijah better and finally felt he was comfortable with me. It was a wonderful weekend.

I am truly blessed as a woman and a bird.