Mighty Oregon

Just so you can all sing along on the 12th!

And I do expect you to stand as you're singing!

And Jane, no lip syncing!

Back in the Upper Valley

And my Christmas Cactus welcomes me home, also.

One bloom open with many more to come.

Farewell Elly May

I'm guessing there isn't going to be a reunion episode of Beverly Hillbillies.

Tom & my selfie

Somebody is happy I'm home!

(And yes, he knows he is adorable!)

January 2nd, 2015: Salt Lake City Airport

I am officially old. Just after I untied my shoes and pulled off my belt, a TSA agent sent me through the “No Threat to Society” line.

Don’t they know I am a badass? I’ve got tattoos and a scar to die for.

January 2nd, 2015: Portland International Airport

Whenever I go on vacation, I put my keys in my backpack as soon as I no longer need them. It’s really a good idea. I always know where my keys are when vacation comes to an end.

I am sitting on the floor at baggage claim, my backpack has been emptied on the floor. There are no keys. I am closing in on crisis mode. (Sadly, this is not the first time I've been seen sitting on the floor with an empty backpack at PDX: different reason, same scene. Well, okay, same approximate reason, but that time it was a driver's license and it was the just after the security checkpoint.)

What do I do? Do I call Trudy and ask her to go through my vacation bedroom with a comb and see if she can find my keys? Do I call AAA? Do I call a friend and ask them to break into my house and drive my spare keys to Portland?

The keys were in my suitcase. Crisis averted.

Go Ducks!