My friends from high school married their high school boyfriends,
Moved into houses in the same ZIP code where their parents live.
But I ... I could never follow ... no, I ... I could never follow ...
That's* not really true. I'm sure if I'd had a boyfriend in high school -- if any of the Indiahoma guys had found me worthy of something more than occasional homework help -- I'd be holed up somewhere in SW Oklahoma too. But as it is, my life is turning out much better, despite living in this crazy southern Louisiana.
I can't promise a return to regular blogging, but here's a map showing my travels in March. Then in April I was on a plane to DC and back. And since have just been recovering from all that.
*These are lyrics from a Dixie Chicks song.