My friend who turned off my sprinkler yesterday wouldn't take any money, but he did agree that a pecan pie for Thanksgiving would be nice. What a labor of love that shall be!
The alcoholic daughter - who is not going on the trip with me - insisted that we get together yesterday. I was getting a bit frantic and wondered how I could squeeze one more thing in, but I am glad I did. We met at Dairy Queen and ate about 4,000 calories of junk and had a great time. Who knew a Peanut Buster Bar had 460 calories in it????? I am so blessed to have a daughter who doesn't want her mother to go out of town for a week without first having a little face to face time.
I need to repack my suitcase this morning and get the heck out of here. I am SO not good at this. I have gone on weekend trips with a huge suitcase that I couldn't even lift (Daave might remember this), and then I have gone on long trips with no appropriate clothing. Adding a race into the equation really adds a lot of stuff. I was taking my little bag, but I think I am going to have to haul out the big honkin' suitcase and pack it up. With running shoes and racing gear. With rain gear. With nice clothes for dinner in Boston. With warm clothes for a whale cruise in Maine. Holy Cow!
Will have lunch at the airport in Kansas City, Missouri. How exciting.
By the grace of God and the program of Alcoholics Anonymous, we get to do the most amazing things. All of the things written above, I have no doubt would not be occurring if I were not sober. Well, the baby's birthday would happen, I just wouldn't be there. And the rest would not be happening at all.