I had a terrific three days away with our younger daughter on a road trip down south. We loved our room, the pool, the restaurant, the beaches, the pelicans, the sea otters, the shopping, and seeing a bunch of tiny museums, like the Hans Christian Anderson museum, two mission museums, two history museums. I found a wonderful tee shirt and scarf, and two pair of shoes, she found a dress and shoes. We bought stuff for my husband, granddaughter and our younger son. We ate exactly what we wanted. We stopped the car on a whim and saw surprising things. We changed plans, and were very agreeable with each other. It was pleasant and relaxing.
Now comes an opera tonight, and celebration of our younger son's birthday, a memorial service for a dear friend, another opera and then a few days before my retreat and cabin week. This must be July!
My childhood best friend sent me a photo album of her Brownie camera snapshots, and boy did it bring the memories back. She said I could copy the ones I want, and I'm really grateful to her. There are pictures of us in full petticoats and cinched waists, my first boyfriend, camp pictures from the music camp we attended. Looking at myself, is like going down a time tunnel. It's me, but so remote and untouchable. What was I really like, I'll never truly know. But I look happy, and I'm happy now. That's the connection.
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