It's A Bird, It's A Plane...IT's My Man in A Plane

Alan got to take a short plane ride with a friend out of the local airport. So cool is that he called me on his cell -- while in the air over the next town away -- and said, "We'll be circling the house in 5 minutes." And so they were...
Photos of him as co-pilot (actually,just a passenger), and over our valley and our street. And can you see the dot in the sky on the last photo -- I was so excited that I could see their plane -- that's them in the sky above and beyond our barn.

 

 

 

 

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PostScript

Not really The End...

Thanks for all the comments here and via email about this blog and our trip.

And then there are those of you who are just coming to visit...
probably because you read about the blog either in BookWomen or Woodstock Revisited
(if so, you may want to browse backwards through some of the photos and entries).

Whether you are a long-time or a new reader of The Dream Year, I'll let you all know soon about the next blog, the next year, Being Home and future Dream Years.

So as they used to say...
Stay Tuned.

Contact me at
BHpurple(at) aol (dot) com

THE END

 

 

as the dream year drifts to its conclusion
is there anyone here reading?
what do other dream years offer?
should I write another blog?

photo of the reminder card that was taped to our Roadtrek dashboard
of the items preparing for "take-off"

and .... home again
photo of our small, cozy, wonderful homes for the year
The Roadtrek --- 22 foot Class B RV, Conversion-Van
and Dream On, the 26-foot MacGregor Sailboat with 50 hp motor

so for now,
As Garrison K says:
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.

The Merry Month of May

 

 

 

 

A lovely month home..getting reacquainted and resettled. With friends and family. House projects. Etc.
Photos are of some of our activities...a hike/stroll that Alan and I took with Eve and Stan at a state park. Lots of bugs but also great spring wildflowers; Rebecca when she and I went to the first Bainbridge Open Air Market of the season (an annual ritual/favorite); at our Memorial Day weekend potluck with our neighbors; and books for sale at the Bibliobarn, outside of Hobart, a town trying to model itself on a british booktown.

Our sabbatical officially ends this week. It's been a year... a wonderful one. Difficult to summarize. I hope to create a digital photo and word chronicle this winter -- using some of the blog photos and some of the other thousands of snapshots we took and have on our computers!

Alan and I will both be working out of the Afton office. I will also be seeing clients in Binghamton. Because we sold our building when we left (after being there approx 25 years!), I will be working out of an office at another established psychotherapy practice.

Looking forward to it all, appreciating it all, the times we had, the present transition, the times to come.

Home Again and Still the Dream Year

Arrived in Afton on Saturday morning, a glorious one at that. (You can thank us for bringing the good weather with us!)
Lovely to be here...perfect time...the hope of spring.
Alan already jumped into doing projects like mending the garden fence and tilling.
I am slower in that area. Unpacking and organizing will take me awhile.

We are spending time with family and friends.

You know, this Dream Year doesn't officially end till the end of May.
The transition home and new choices and plans are part of it...
so stick around. I'll be writing more.

More Caves

 
 
 
 

Had to stop at Luray Caverns in Virginia while we had the chance. Although tame caving -- a self-guided tour via audio headsets on a paved trail - this was another natural wonder. A mirror lake, "fried eggs" made of broken stalagmite, soda straws, totem poles, small villages, creatures and mythological formations, a wishing well -- who needs Disney indeed. Alan said it was the stuff of -- dreams and nightmares!