Eagles also remind me of the San Juan Islands where we honeymooned. We were kayaking around the Islands when I first saw a bald eagle in the wild. Now my kids have seen them enough that I'm not sure they realize they once were endangered.
Which leads me to another thought. My husband wants to take a trip with me when he gets home. He suggested Ireland. I've been to England but only right around London and Oxford when my sister was living there. I thought about returning to the Pacific Northwest and staying in a yurt. Or maybe going to Greece. I'd love to visit the Holy Land like my parents' just did, but I wonder about the prudence of taking an extravagant vacation when we have kids who might like to go to college someday. Being hereditarily frugal, I've tried to strike a balance between spending money to enjoy life and saving for future, - so maybe we should just go camping in the Smokies.
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Go yurting! Uber fun!
I was thinking about the pidgeons the other day--probably because of Pentimento's post. They did stink--but I still think grey doves rather than rats with wings. What a bore though, sitting in the backyard waiting for the pidgeons to come home.
I've been itching to go back to England lately. Joe mentioned a trip back when I thought I was having heart surgery--but since I ended up being ok--we went to Williamsburg. The longer you're going to live, the more necessary it is to save money. Maybe if you feign a fatal disease you could conjure the mental permission for an extravagant trip. Practice some psychosomatic symptoms today, and they should be ready by the time your hubby comes home.
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