Evening Tidbit
Prejudice is a lazy’s man’s substitute for thinking.
The Lord is bountiful.
Psalms 13:6 I will sing unto the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.
List three things you are thankful for in the comments
To the things I’ve done…
I can add; I have walked the streets of New York City.
We did leave at 5am after taking this picture of stuff, 6 suitcases, two garment bags, two carry on bags, three purses, one back pack and a briefcase.
All packed up and ready to go.
At the airport little snag, one suitcase weighed 63#. Yep, it hadn’t thrown up enough. So some shuffling was done from suitcase to Mom’s garment bag. All was well. We took off on time to Minneapolis, we had lunch, yummy tomato/basil soup for me. On to New York City, I was told by someone in the know to get in the cab and close my eyes. The ride to Hotel wasn’t bad. The cabbie was a good tour guide pointing out Empire State Building, Chrysler Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, etc. I think Renee could have driven us, after riding with her in Philly.
As Elmer said, Ladies went out for dinner, Italian. We walked about 4 blocks. We each had something different that I can’t spell but could taste. If I could remember the name of the restaurant I’d recommend it.
Ladies made plans for Tuesday, again Elmer is sitting this one out. I guess you’ll have to check back in to find out what Elmer missed.
Hotel Wellington NY
In the hotel by my self the girls out on the town nice peaceful and quite. Got here 7:30 ish local time
On our way
Just sitting in the air terminal waiting for 6:50 departure time it’s now 6:17AM. What else is there to do.
It is still dark…
at 4AM, people are beginning to stir, you notice I didn’t say wake up. I’m packed but my three suitcases got to gether and made a carry on for me. I feel so ……..
I just don’t know how I feel. I haven’t been to sleep. That is normal for me before a big trip. The coffee is ready, now I’ll go make an egg sandwich and be ready to go. (Autumn, make sure Kyle knows I thought of him while I was eating my sandwich)
My home, My refuge
Please enter your thankfuls in the comments.
A well run home is a microcosm of sanity in a world that is plainly mad. If a home doesn’t make sense, nothing does. Henrietta Ripperger
My home is not always well run, but it surely is my refuge. It always welcomes me back.
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Are My Bags Packed Yet
It’s 12:20 pst, I’m supposed to get up in three hours and forty minutes and I still wondering about my packing. Do I have too much?What is too much? Have I forgotten something I really want/need? Will all three suitcases be over the weight limit? How much time will I read? How much time will I knit? I have to sleep sometime. I think I need to start all over with at least two of the suitcases, but will the third one feel left out, like I don’t really care about it or something.
As you can see, I’m much too tired and am probably making way too much about the whole thing. Margaret, will you come and pack for me?
(She has it down to a science.)
I am really excited about this trip. but it’s been along time since Elmer & I traveled with anyone. Will I be too close to the others or too aloof? I hope they understand I’m use to most of my waking hours being by myself . I wish I knew how to take pictures and down load them to the computer myself and I would show you what a mess I’m in, and then you could offer suggestions. But by the time Elmer gets up, I’ll have to be done. So I’m just going to shut my eyes, toss in everything and be done with it. Wish me luck. I’ll write tomorrow from somewhere other than Carmichael.
Thoughts of Grace 