Home
When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That’s all right, my love, ’cause you’re my home
When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, “Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night”
Well I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
Whenever we’re together, that’s my home
Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana’s early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That’s all right, my love, ’cause you’re my home
If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There’s a roof above and good walls all around
You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house ’cause you’re my home.
You’re my home.
You’re my home.
(Hat tip to Billy Joel for the lyrics.)
The Sugar Beet Baron and I are happy to be home. The pack is thrilled to have us here, too. We’re hoping to be here for a long, long time.
January 31st, 2006 at 8:19 pm
It hasn’t been that nice there to actually go for a ride like that has it? If so, I’m jealous! It’s wet and cold here
My least favorite weather. We got “great” news yesterday….(can I borrow the baseball bat)…mom’s insurance wants to drop her, says as a farm wife on chemo she isn’t “working enough”. Working enough my ass…cooking, cleaning, checking on heifers, stacking hay…let me see one of those city suits try all that and drive themselves to chemo! Sorry, little venting, but if you do have an extra bat I would take it. Love and prayers!
February 1st, 2006 at 4:40 am
Thanks so much for the view “between the horse’s ears”. Since my old horse died I don’t really ride any more and I miss looking at the world that way.
Glad you are back home. I don’t think anyone who doesn’t farm or ranch really understands just how much that means.
February 1st, 2006 at 5:06 am
Welcome Home!
February 1st, 2006 at 5:38 am
Kudos to BOTH of you and keep the faith - you are both in my thoughts and prayers daily but now that you are home I’d hazard a road trip to your place in the very near future if you are up for the company - somhow the hospital just is not the same is it?
And Baron - some advice work, work and work will see you through this = I know it did me and be sure to take time to laugh and just goof off too
Michael
February 1st, 2006 at 10:45 am
Great photo. Hope you get some rest and relax. Hope the “vultures” leave you alone. Your “pack” is probably too nice, but maybe unwanted visitors should meet the dogs first?
Montannie
February 1st, 2006 at 2:55 pm
Great shot of Allan riding! That’s a real “rear end” view! Glad you’re home where you both need to be!Angus goes Friday for x-rays and blood work at the vet, she thinks it’s his hip! I hate the thought of him being knocked out!Billy Joel’s lyrics couldn’t be more appropriate!Often music says it all!Hope you are both holding up! lots of Love, Linda & Angus(say your puppy prayers!)
February 1st, 2006 at 5:03 pm
Permit me to add my voice to the chorus welcoming both of you back home to El Rancho dos SugarBeets. Hospitals are such depressing places to visit, I can just imagine what it might be like to be incarcerated in one. (It’d be almost as bad as living in Phoenix. ;=) )
Welcome Home. And enjoy the scenery–there’s none better on this earth (and perhaps even in the hearafter).
Kirk and the House Devouring K9
February 2nd, 2006 at 2:13 am
Made me cry again Moos.
These are the tears I can live with. Enjoy.
February 2nd, 2006 at 10:14 am
Several cliches come to mind: home is where the heart is; home is where I hang my hat; there’s no place like home.
One of the greatest joys is finding where you belong. So glad to hear your heart and body are back where they belong. Welcome home!
February 2nd, 2006 at 2:30 pm
I know what it means to want to be ‘home’. I’m glad both of you are. Take it easy…
February 6th, 2006 at 1:24 am
Gee Karen, I haven’t been over here in a while since you weren’t posting, I finally stop by, and spend an hour reading posts and comments. That’ll teach me to stay away too long won’t it?
Glad to hear that you’re home, sorry to hear about the vultures and morons and other bad news. I doubt that it’s any comfort at all, but I had cancer, 7 years ago, I’m still here, so far I’ve beaten it, and the Baron will beat it too. I don’t know the details, and I know some kinds are worse than others, but I was too damn tough to get my butt kicked by a lump where it shouldn’t be, and I have a feeling that he is too. I feel your pain, when I was in the hospital the only thing I wanted was for everyone to leave me the hell alone, especially the lab techs that kept waking me up at 5 AM to jab me with what felt like a rusty needle that they’d bent a hook in the end of on the way to my room to draw blood. You hang in there, there’s a lot of people pulling for you, and that can’t do any harm. All the best.
February 6th, 2006 at 9:40 pm
Beautiful, Karen, just beautiful. I understand so completely this song and the feeling behind it.
February 7th, 2006 at 6:41 pm
I’m so glad you are home! No matter what lies at the end of journey both of you are undertaking, home is where you need to be.
February 13th, 2006 at 9:51 am
Love this…beautiful words
February 13th, 2006 at 10:40 pm
Excerpt from “Depeche Mode - Precious”
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn’t know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it’s your eyes He’s seeing through
TAT. aka - Robert