I have been in Idaho and Nebraska the last ten days visiting family. I suppose I should be inspired to write something....inspiring and thought-provoking after all those conversations with siblings and parents. I should be inclined to at least be a bit eloquent having just held a grandbaby for the first time in my life. The truth is I feel quite full and content. Mom and Dad did a fine job of making me feel at home. They have a beautifully grand, new home in the Rockies of Northern Idaho. Mom delights in being queen of her castle. But to tell the truth I liked April's little mountain cabin even better which just shows you that I'm still a country farm girl after all.
Besides visiting Shilah, Kristy, Norv and his family on their mountain side homestead, and Daytan and Judy, I enjoyed April and her babies a lot. Olivia and Jemima are the sweetest babies, too. I had a good time playing dolly with them before going to Nebraska to hold and hug Gwendolyn our first granddaughter.
I might add here at the end that although everyone was helpful and kind lifting my carry-on up and down for me, and the man watching a sick movie full of guns on his laptop was very polite otherwise, and I didn't get a window seat twice...only once, that all the flights went fine. Contrary to the "threat" thrust ever before us at airports, all the people I saw were ordinary people going ordinary places with ordinary goals. I also discovered that MSP is more thorough and unfriendly toward people coming through security with prosthesis's than is the Spokane airport. The Spokane ladies at security get a big A + from me for their kind and understanding method of seeing me through despite the fact that I set the alarm off just as loudly and surely as I had at the Minneapolis/St.Paul International Airport.