
One of the friends I visited recently asked me where I considered home? I had to stop and think about that for a bit. I was born in California (lived there for 2 weeks); spent 30 years in Iowa; one year in LA; 10 years in Seattle, 5 years in Philadelphia, 10 years in Manhattan and 8.5 years in DC area now live in Nashville. After thinking about it, I said I still thought of myself as an Iowan. I have always been happy that I grew up here and never really had any intent to leave – yet I did.
After being in Iowa for the past 4 days, it no longer feels like my anchor. My father has been dead almost 11 years and my mother almost 9 years. Aside from my son, the rest of my family is in Iowa. I visited my parents’s graves and the house that was my “farm camp” for many summers. I drove the gravel roads and discovered that gravel dust is not good for the locking mechanism on the lock I use for my bike.



The farm was rather unkempt in appearance and the gravel road that goes past it is now a dead end because the small bridge over a small creek was taken out and the road is being overtaken by grass – a bit unsettling. I loved going over that bridge when I was young – I would get butter flies in my stomach. I prefer my memories.
Our family gathering on Saturday was held a a lovely state park and the weather was sunny and hot with enough breeze much of the time to make it tolerable.

The view was lovely and we had space for eating, a baby shower and lots of different lawn games for big and little kids. There was way too much food as usual. It was entertaining to watch a spirited game of kick ball.

Sunday I had a 15 mile bike ride outside of Iowa City – it was hillier than I anticipated but there was some lovely countryside and very occasional shade. It is haying season.

So while the countryside is familiar and comfortable, it didn’t provide the sense of “being home” that it once did. I may be metaphorically homeless for a while.
I seem to have acquired a weird skin infection in the area of the superficial skin abrasions when I fell off my bike on June 5th outside Cleveland. I was in urgent care this morning and left with an antibiotic prescription. The area doesn’t hurt but feels “woody” which really caught my attention. The skin is not worse tonight and may be a bit better.
I have cycle ride planned tomorrow in Des Moines with some neighbors of my brother and sister-in-law. Hopefully there ought will have some shade.





































