Travel
I haven't yet started to pack anything in the suitcase, but I do have some of my clothes stacked on the bed. I used to be so organized and I just don't know what happened to me but I'm organized no more.
I appreciate all the wonderful comments to yesterday's post. I went back and re-read my very first post in which I mentioned inheriting the gypsy gene from my Aunt Artie! Here is a little of that post:
My thoughts this morning have centered around one of my aunts who lived to be in her 80's. When she was in her 70's she traveled around the world, and soon after returning home she bought an old Volkswagon van. She drove that across the country more than once, and her sense of humor, frugality, and her ways in general have been a great source of amusement to my kids. This morning the thought popped into my head that one of my sons has made the comparison a couple of times lately between Aunt Artie and me!
I don't take offense to it because while my siblings and I groan when the subject of Aunt Artie comes up, my kids just loved her to pieces! Actually we all did, but she could be soooo embarassing at times. She was really a gypsy at heart though, and maybe that is how I come by it honestly. But I vow I will never, ever, save used paper towels from a public restroom to wipe the dipstick when I change my oil! This episode still sends my kids into howls and fits of laughter. When my daughter washed her hands and then threw the paper towel into the receptacle, Artie dove in and retrieved it, saying "I save these to use when I check the oil in my van".
One of my brothers, reading this post, commented:
I'll never forget the time Aunt Artie stopped at our house in Redwood City on her way home from the Philippines. She stayed with some nuns for a month or two, and brought the following: six stale dinner rolls, used coffee grounds (she said there was still a good pot of coffee left in there), and (of course) used, dried paper towels.
What can I say except that I don't save paper towels. I don't think I'm anywhere near as eccentric as my aunt, but who knows.
Aunt Artie was an athletic woman and played softball on a Cincinnati Women's League team, playing other league teams as well as traveling to Chicago to play. Sort of like in "A League of Her Own", except I think those girls played hardball. Artie was married at least twice but had no children, so she had to pass on those gypsy genes to someone, and why not me? (This is taken from an old scanned sepia photo, and isn't the clearest of pictures.) Artie was probably in her early 20's in this photo, and lived to be 88 yrs old!
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Travel
Departure time getting close
I haven't yet started to pack anything in the suitcase, but I do have some of my clothes stacked on the bed. I used to be so organized and I just don't know what happened to me but I'm organized no more.
I appreciate all the wonderful comments to yesterday's post. I went back and re-read my very first post in which I mentioned inheriting the gypsy gene from my Aunt Artie! Here is a little of that post:
My thoughts this morning have centered around one of my aunts who lived to be in her 80's. When she was in her 70's she traveled around the world, and soon after returning home she bought an old Volkswagon van. She drove that across the country more than once, and her sense of humor, frugality, and her ways in general have been a great source of amusement to my kids. This morning the thought popped into my head that one of my sons has made the comparison a couple of times lately between Aunt Artie and me!
I don't take offense to it because while my siblings and I groan when the subject of Aunt Artie comes up, my kids just loved her to pieces! Actually we all did, but she could be soooo embarassing at times. She was really a gypsy at heart though, and maybe that is how I come by it honestly. But I vow I will never, ever, save used paper towels from a public restroom to wipe the dipstick when I change my oil! This episode still sends my kids into howls and fits of laughter. When my daughter washed her hands and then threw the paper towel into the receptacle, Artie dove in and retrieved it, saying "I save these to use when I check the oil in my van".
One of my brothers, reading this post, commented:
I'll never forget the time Aunt Artie stopped at our house in Redwood City on her way home from the Philippines. She stayed with some nuns for a month or two, and brought the following: six stale dinner rolls, used coffee grounds (she said there was still a good pot of coffee left in there), and (of course) used, dried paper towels.
What can I say except that I don't save paper towels. I don't think I'm anywhere near as eccentric as my aunt, but who knows.
Aunt Artie was an athletic woman and played softball on a Cincinnati Women's League team, playing other league teams as well as traveling to Chicago to play. Sort of like in "A League of Her Own", except I think those girls played hardball. Artie was married at least twice but had no children, so she had to pass on those gypsy genes to someone, and why not me? (This is taken from an old scanned sepia photo, and isn't the clearest of pictures.) Artie was probably in her early 20's in this photo, and lived to be 88 yrs old!
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I started the morning off by bringing my bowl of fruit & nuts along with a BIG mug of coffee into the living room. I am most comfortable in my big recliner, and I keep a portable heater in front of me to stay warm. I don't think I...
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We boarded Amtrak at the New Rochelle station in NY and headed for the Baltimore airport stop (BWI). From there we picked up a rental car and drove to our hotel nearby. Ara joined us on the train at the Philadelphia stop; Katy &...
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I watched Arianna yesterday and was too tired to go to the gym. I didn't really do much to tire me out - I read to her a lot and my voice was about to give out. This morning I went to Autumn's soccer game. I have to make sure that...
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I am enjoying my visit here so much. Haven't gone out much at all but just have had a wonderful time yakking away with my aunt and uncle. Also, my genealogist cousin came by and drove me around Paducah some, but he was having trouble with...
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I arrived yesterday about mid-day and just visited with my aunt and uncle all day, with a drop-in visit from my cousin Robert, one of their 4 children. We've reminisced, looked at old pictures, read old letters, and tried to catch up on the...