Tuesday, December 18, 2012

In Which Three Generations, Two Hearing Aids, and an Oxygen Machine Go on a Roadtrip

Deja vu, right? Yes, except that this time we were driving east and the trip was a mere 400 hundred and some miles.

We attended a ballet recital.


And a birthday party.


Sat around the dining room table and talked and talked and talked, marveling at luck and love.
Lost a hearing aid. Found a hearing aid.
Almost had, not one, but two car crashes.


Tilted at windmills.
Saw a rainbow.


Dropped M at the airport.


Drove the PCH for the last leg of the trip.


Home.


photo credit for PCH photo: jhandleman.blogspot.com. 
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4 comments:

  1. JulesDecember 18, 2012 at 11:24 PM

    Did you go dancing with my Dad??

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    1. Denise Emanuel ClemenDecember 19, 2012 at 7:01 AM

      Alas, no.
      Late starts and a full calendar made our day and a half fly by.
      Hoping for a longer visit.

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  2. Ms. MoonDecember 19, 2012 at 5:23 AM

    No moss growing on your behind, woman!

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  3. SuzDecember 19, 2012 at 6:24 AM

    such beautiful faces
    ...glad you made it back
    and found the hearing aid
    ...and don't you just love every rainbow you see?

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?