I am flying again. More and more my life is reflecting that girl in the red coat with a string attached to a balloon.
Next is my favorite shot from San Antonio. Do the river walk at midnight!
Today I am off to Calgary. Eldest Son is taking me camping. I told him if I did not see a moose I wanted my money back.
I love flying. I love traveling. I love the beginning, middle and end of every journey. I do! I can write and read and disappear down into smelly humanity. But you all know that. And you probably know I do not particularly like camping but – am well.
I saw a man in the plane today reading a library book. You know the ones with the thick plastic covers. I thought I might have to kiss him. How grounded. To have a library book. For a library book one must have a local library. Which means he has a home. A person with a library must have a home.
On my first flight there were no dogs and no babies. I love dogs and babies but there is room to be grateful for their absence on the plane sometimes.
The food choices in Terminal B in Dallas Fort Worth airport are limited.
So I drank wine! You know when I first came to the US I thought this Friday’s restaurant ( Thank God It’s Friday or TGIF or Fridays – their branding is fluid) .. was only open on Friday!! I just could not get my head around it.
Have a gorgeous day/night! Evening. Morning!
The Fellowship is SO International!
And here is Third Son out fishing! Off the coast of Mexico. Yesterday! Apropos of nothing – except that incredible laughing smile! The Kiwi and the Sea.
It does not matter how long we are inland, when we get to the sea we just HOWL!!