Early Friday there was an appendicitis scare. To the extent that Claire's pediatrician advised we not feed her anything but clear liquids in case she needed surgery that afternoon or evening. She didn't. Her stomach pain subsided and I ended up going on my weekend trip to Chelan as planned.
Driving alone. Four hours. Listening to my Imogen loud. Stopping whenever I wanted to take photos. Eating baby carrots and fun-size Twix. Calling home to check Claire. Zooming through central Washington, past vineyards and orchards just as the sun was setting coppery over the mountains.
Lots of sleeping. Friends jumping on my bed, singing the Rolling Stones song Angie over and over. And over. Cashews, because I can't have them at home. A glacial lake I didn't jump into.
Beautiful, ripe vineyards. Fruit trees heavy with apples and pears. Wine. Lots and lots of wine. This American Life Podcasts on the way home. A family who was happy to see me.