Our kids are migrating west, so I guess we’ll be traveling that way. Rebecca and Steve have been in Nebraska for a few years now, and Benjamin recently moved to Colorado.
In the past, we’ve driven to Omaha, but we decided that was
too exhausting to do in one day anymore. So we flew this time.
I haven’t flown for more than ten years, so I was a little
anxious. It went okay mostly. Except that I’m a coward when it comes to
escalators. I have a hard time finding my balance on them, and I add some
screeches and complaints to the experience.
Murray said it was great arriving there in only about six
hours or so instead of closer to fourteen. On the way home, though, it took more like
ten. We had to get off the plain in Chicago because of maintenance problems and
wait around for a new plain. But, as Murray said, “You want them to be careful
the plain is working okay.”
We had a lovely time visiting with Rebecca and Steve. We
went to some yummy restaurants, and Rebecca and I went shopping, which is
always delightful.
I told Steve we must seem like boring company. We just
wanted to sit around mostly, falling asleep sometimes. “I’m okay with that
though,” I said. “I enjoy visiting with you guys, eating out, and I especially
enjoyed beating you all in spades.”
We got to eat some carrots and tomatoes from their garden.
Yummy. Rebecca showed me one carrot as big as a turnip. She said they’d not
picked it soon enough. They cooked some of the carrots in the crockpot with
honey and brown sugar and butter and spices. We left before they were done
cooking, so I didn’t get to taste them, but I told Rebecca it smelled like
something they could pour into a pie.
We found a great church with an early service on Sunday.
Lovely worship, a good message, and they were straight forward about Jesus
dying for our sins. We knew they were a group we’d enjoy when Murray said he
saw some who were dressed in shorts and some who wore three-piece suits.
Rebecca and Steve are going to be looking for a house to buy
soon, so I said good-bye as we left the apartment. Good-bye apartment. Good-bye
stairs. We love to laugh about how they had to carry their couch up the three flights
of stairs when they first moved in.
Next trip will probably be to Denver. But I need to rest for a while first.