I spent my weekend trying to take care of my ear and ending up in urgent care with a prescription for antibiotic ear drops to add to my arsenal for ridding myself of the infection that my stubbornness allowed to get as bad as it did in the first place. (Wow. That was some ridiculous sentence.) I won't tell you how expensive those drops were, but let's just say they they could be described as liquid gold. I don't want to to complain though. They're working and I can finally hear something out of that ear.
Before I found ear relief, I took a little road trip to see a friend. A beautiful day and a lovely distraction to my discomfort. My best girl lives over an hour away. I must say it is too far (a thought concurred by my children on the ride home as I was told several times that they wished they could live with them), but it is an incredible drive no matter what the season and fall in particular is stunning. I know in another week it will be even more spectacular, but even in it's autumn beginnings, the view was breathtaking. There were so many places I wanted to stop right in the middle of the road and take a picture right there. As it is, I did not take many. I wish I had some of the grape vines along all the roadside vineyards and more of the lake and the quaint homes and shops, but there'll be a next time. The road down into her little valley is long and winding, flanked with narrow shoulders and rushed along in most places with a 55 speed limit. More than once, I pulled over only to have a large truck blow by me close enough to shake the van. And the pics I got do not do the beauty justice, but I shall share them anyway.
Tate corrected me the other day, on the way to Ellerie's school, when I said one of the trees looked like it was on fire it was so beautiful. "Not on fire," he said, "like fireworks that exploded into all the colors." There's a poet in that boy, no? And he's right.