Today began the beginning of "goodbye" parties. However, I bet alot of them go like this. . . . .Barb and Susan and I (my apartment buddies) shared a bottle of sparkling Rose' to commemorate our first season as neighbors, and to say goodbye to Susan. . . .scheduled to depart Saturday morning. In the middle of our party her phone rings. . . .Southwest Airlines telling her that her connecting flight through Baltimore has already been cancelled for Saturday due to that frisky lady. . .Irene. So as we are sipping our bubbly. . .she is rescheduling to leave on Monday morning instead. So we're saying goodbye. . .but she's not going. I'm sure she will not be the only one.
My first full season, but I'm sure this is a unique week nine as we ponder the Civil War, earthquakes, and impending hurricanes. We have been in a Utopian bubble for nearly 10 weeks and yet we are learning that the real world is out there and we must go back into it.
Phyllis and Bill Duty left this morning at 8:00 and I'm hopeful that they are now safely arrived in Richmond, Virginia to see their son. But I hope they get out of there before the storm hits.
It appears by all the computer models that I will be west of the storm for my drive back. Beautiful weather here. . . ..but as we pack and wrap up our themes and classes, services and events we are aware that lots of people need to get safely home. And so it goes. I will love love love these last three days. Full Steam Ahead.
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