Going home...

The question for me and Henry will always be, which home? There will never be just one. There may well be a favored local nest, like this nice flat has become. Like our fantasied small Louisville East End house, with lots of craftsman made furniture and a not-to-big garden may be.

I've got a flight back. And I've got a return set of flights, SDF to London to SDF, in April! Which piping event to go to, Halsway or Oxford? In 2007, can't go to both. It's Oxford; and a Folk Club and a Book Group. Expression of heart loving, not heart breaking.

And... Jefferson County will manage to register my Micra. So: final worry about taking it is covered, and the decision is YES! The metaphor is, Count Dracula's Transylvania soil in his coffin. As he can then always sleep At Home, so may I always Drive at Home. Til the engine dies.

Henry agrees that this blog, set up in angst about what to do, is coming to an end. But not tonight, Henry.