We'll all have chicken 'n pecan pie when he comes. . .

Well, my son returns in a few minutes we think from his trip to California. I fried chicken, and we bought a pecan pie. Food, as always, is our language of love. He didn't have a great trip, actually. He had decided to meet a person he'd become acquainted with over the Internet. It didn't work out either way, so he is just ready to be home and forget the whole thing. I don't think he saw much of sunny California, but he did see the rosy, smoke filled skies from the firestorm in LA. I dunno... I personally am proud of him and of anyone who takes a chance on love and gives life a try. We have to keep on keeping the faith or we wither and crumble into despair. Another of my gramma's maxims, as I've stated: "Live in hopes; die in despair." The whole house has that southern friend chicken smell, and the sunset is absolutely beautiful. Uh.... if all goes well, my camera will return with my baby (six foot seven, 27 years old!) son. But you can bet that's not the thing I'm looking forward to most. Have a good week.