Highway 2 revisited ...

If my life got any more ironic, I wouldn't dare get near magnets.

Took the dogs and met the child to have our holiday portrait taken with Santa today -- a fundraiser for the local Humane Society.  So since I'm in "full hair and makeup," and gas is almost $2.00 a gallon even ... I'm heading east on Highway 2 ... back to Ashland.

Luckily, I've been back once before since that January day almost two years ago when I drove away from what I thought was my family and was never to return, as it happened.  And we spent all summer making the trip between here and Iron River, so I'm hoping I can make the rest of the trip with a minimum amount of trauma/drama.

I'm going to see my almost-daughter in her high school performance of "It's A Wonderful Life," the classic story of a man who is granted a vision of what the world would have been like without him in it, and discovers that he really has made a contribution after all.

I've run that scenario over and over about my own life, and as usual, I'm thinking the only difference would be one more available seat at the show tonight!

But maybe the other kids will be there.  And I miss them so; I've seen B since, but not the little kids, and maybe they will be there and I can hug them.

I'd like that.

More later.