We fly tonight and received notice this afternoon that our flight had been cancelled and that we had been rescheduled on another airline. Seemed no problem,but it looked like our new seats were on coach. We had splurged for economy plus seats and were sorely disappointed. We called Air New Zealand who said they could do noting about that. My sister called Qantas, the airline to which we had been sent to see about an upgrade.
I had some problem in completing last blog and will continue here. To cool the apartment, I open a window. It is like an air conditioner. Open a little is the low setting. Open a lot is super max. You freeze. The mornings begin calm, but by afternoon when it may be warm there is always wind. It rustles the trees and shapes them over time.
Ten days with our son have gone far to quickly. We took him out last evening to a fine restaurant, Gary Danko, near the Aquatic Park and Fishermen’s Row. There was still light when we finished and Laurie’s flight had been delayed in Denver, so we walked along the shore and then up the very, very steep Hyde Street for a few blocks. The colorful tourist cable cars were running half full. If we were not expecting a text announcing Laurie’s arrival, we would have taken a ride. Instead we enjoyed watching the transits and the tourists aboard.
I post to mention that I’ll post here on our travels beginning next month. If you read this pass on the word. Our biggest trip of a life time will take us to San Francisco to visit with Alex and then on to Australia, Papua New Guinea, and New Zealand. The planning has been done and reservations made. Now if we just don’t get lost. In outline, we will visit with Alex and tour the strangely elegant city he lives in. Autumn bird migration begins in August, so we should find feathered jewels in Golden Gate Park and at West End.
Our rig is perched at the campground here on the Blue Ridge Parkway in western North Carolina.
Greetings. I have not written here this year and wonder who is paying attention to the posts.<
The history of St. John the Evangelist written by the choir director’s husband.
At Easter dinner, we discussed Father Payton's attendence at James' baptism so I thought I would post this article also.
I recently came across this article about Bracewell stadiuum and asked Mark to post it.
On our way home we paused today in this forested park in eastern Ohio. We savor our last day out before arriving and beginning many, many chores. You may remember that we left home in mid-February. Now, in mid-July, we return. We bring back many memories that will be treasured.