Steve has been thoroughly enjoying his new(ish) car. When I was in Florida, he took Sarah out for a date in it and they had a great time.
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I’m having a bit of a tough time recovering from my flights home Monday (12 hours of travel) and my four doctor’s appointments on Tuesday which turned into another 12-hour day. I’ll be back in touch with some results from those appointments after I’m feeling a little more like myself.
In the meantime here are a couple more photos of The Cute One.
In just a few minutes, Sheri (AKA The Other Grandma) will be picking me to take me to the Orlando airport to fly back to Norfolk.
I should be home by about 7:30 tonight and then will leave the house at 7 a.m. tomorrow for four doctor appointments in Greenville which should translate into a 12-hour day. Fortunately I will have the happy memories of this special weekend to sustain me.
Since I don’t have tons of time this morning, I’ll just post a few highlight photos and go into more detail in future posts.
In a few minutes, I’ll be leaving for Oasis Christian Academy where a certain Mrs. Smith is a fourth grade teacher. The aforementioned younger Mrs. Smith has invited the aforementioned older Mrs. Smith to come and speak (as well as show some pictures) to her class since they are currently studying Roanoke Island and The Lost Colony.
Here’s what Sarah looked like when she got ready yesterday morning
If you’ve been reading here for any length of time at all, you’ll recall that Sarah has had a wide variety of hairstyles over the years
In no particular order, here are a few.
(Scroll to the bottom to see why I’m writing about this.)
Yesterday in our morning service, I got a wonderful surprise. A few people in the church got together and decided that I needed to be at Noah’s first birthday party this weekend and so they bought me a plane ticket to Florida!
I get to go see this fella!
I just realized I have Grandma Brain.
Grandma Brain means that one has gotten past a certain (unspecified) age, and once one gets past that certain (unspecified) age (whether you’re a grandma or not), some things that should be remembered just don’t get remembered.
As in the words of that old joke, “The memory is the second thing to go… and I don’t remember the first thing.”
So here’s what I’ve forgotten to remember.