Franklinsanity

3:38 pm New Britain, CT – relaxing poolside with one of Tom Devers’ Coors Lights, helpfully racked into the nearby cabana.  It’s not an IPA, but man, it tastes great.

The car’s mostly unpacked.  Kingsley is passed out, inside in the air conditioning.  Oonagh’s outside playing with Louie, Uncle Sean’s lady friend’s spaniel. And by playing, I mean squeezing herself between the fence bars and chasing butterflies.

Quinn is shrieking and peeping.  Teddy’s diving.

Kelly is still driving, bien sur.  She’s taken over the music at the cabana.   She got tired of Tom’s fave, Cher.  This is probably for the best, but still, you know, Cher grows on you.  Has there ever been a pop ballad like “Half-Breed?”

Point is, we are HERE!

I have about 48 hours of work on which to catch up.  But I am not thinking about that right now, much.  Instead, I’m enjoying the kids, the house and the company.  Three thousand and then some miles, and I’d genuinely do it again.

Which is good, because of course we have to do it all over again in about 2.5 weeks…

So, our not-so-loyal reader in Denmark will have another chance to check back in for the summer sequel:  Franklinsanity 2:  The  Return.

For the rest of you – as long as I’m traveling, might as well keep going…unless I hear otherwise from enough of you, more to come.