Out of Town

Sometimes you just don't want to stay in.
Sometimes you have to get out.
Get away.
Escape.
See a sea of strangers' faces.
Or no faces at all.
Sometimes you feel like this, but you have to take your kids with you.
One of my favorite people invited my boys and me to join her boys and her at their place in the mountains. This is a very kind gesture as we don't have a place of our own in the mountains, or on the beach, or anywhere but exactly on our little corner, in our little neighborhood, in our little town. So you know, I can never pay her back. But she invites me anyway. I love her.

We learned you should not dress the fastest child in camouflage.