I’m on my way home now— over 2,000 miles across the Pacific from the Hawaiian Islands to LA. This Viking cruise was literally just a taste. I remember our first trip abroad was called The Taste of Europe. The idea was to sample several countries and then return to the favorites for an in-depth look. …
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The God on the Mountain (and in my valleys and yours)
Last time I wrote, 9/24/24, I promised at the end of the reblog of my friend Marianna's account of our trip to Chicago, that I would write soon about my move and my trip for my high school reunion. Soon is now! This morning, Saturday, I woke up with sobs in my throat. As is …
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Catching up! A Repeat Chicago Trip and a Move
I'm happy to repost my friend Marianna's account of our recent Chicago weekend. We had to repeat last year's trip to Printers Row Lit Fest, minus my face plant on Michigan Avenue, so we'd replace the unpleasant memories of that earlier trip. We had a marvelous time! Back to Chicago: A Second Chance My friend Lois …
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Life at 82: X is for (E)xasperation
Participating in Blogging from A to Z in April Challenge Yes, here I am so close to the end of the alphabet, and I'm cheating. I'm capitalizing on the fact that the E is silent in the word I've chosen to represent X. I had another fine X word picked out, but on the way …
Life at 82: V is for Vacation
I took an unexpected vacation the past few days. As I lay konked out on my couch or in bed, I had to analyze what was going on. It took me several days to figure out the sudden overwhelming fatigue. I'd been to Urgent Care because I woke up to a voluminous (another V word!) …
Life at 82: T is for Travel
Participating in the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge Less than a year ago, the far east was my limit in travel. I was still looking at cruises that folks tack on to their Australia trips. Go up north a bit. See what I could see in my lifetime. Travel booklets arrived every day, …
Life at 82: N is for Nothing
Nothing. When I woke up yesterday, I decided to do nothing. After a packed and scheduled week, I rationalized that I owed it to myself to do nothing. I almost succeeded. To do nothing, I soon found out, I had to do something. I could not just lie in bed with my eyes shut. Keeping …
Life at 82: I is for I
I is for I as in me. I may have begun to learn that I must curtail my traveling a bit at 82. Yesterday I endured an 11-hour day flying day with one nearly three-hour layover at O'Hare. The day included three gate changes, including a concourse change, at O'Hare, a $24 lunch of a …
Marv Taking Charge (in AZ)
With Marv at Desert Palms Presbyterian Church - 2/11/2018, days after his diagnosis When I'm in AZ at my son's home, I still attend the church that Marv and I found online when we were in this area before: Desert Palms Presbyterian Church in Sun City West. A few weeks ago, with an invitation and …
Growing Older – On Turning 82
Thinking about turning 82 is both positive and negative. The positive part, of course, is that I’m still alive. I’ve outlived several classmates who’d be the same age. I’m still able to walk and talk and see and hear and smell and taste and feel. I do not take these capabilities for granted. But I …
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