Only a few hours after we returned, I drove up to the Eastern Iowa Airport to meet my mom, who had made it in only after many kinds of delays.


The rest of the week was hectic, with a big rush job at work, a gallery opening, old friends in town, etc. But today, Brian and I took some time to cool our jets. First, I spent the morning at the barn with my horse. Then, I came home. Brian and I filled up our bike-baskets with home-made cucumber sandwiches, baguette, and a bottle of port, and rode our single-speed townies to Hickory Hill Park. There, we laid out a blanket, sat down upon it, ate our food, drank our beverage and enjoyed the beautiful late summer/early fall afternoon/evening. When we had exhausted our consumables and started to grow cold, we came home.
With such momentous events behind me, I am now looking forward to a few weeks of staying within a 20 mile radius of Iowa City, and not doing anything particularly interesting.
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