Ah, I see Two Moo decided to post her own little entry during the trip. Two Moo did not make it clear that the carpal tunnel brace did NOT go into “used” toilet water. She looked like the cow who ate the cat who ate the canary last evening and I think maybe she was ambiguous on purpose.
It was a nice trip; I had lunch with my cousins. We laughed at old memories . . . and at the story of the time AmeliaJake knocked the brace into the toilet (like an hour before) . . . and we pooled all our support and good wishes behind Patrick, the son of the cousin who wasn’t there because he and his wife have been with Patrick in Minnesota.
Lana came over – the cousin who is now 63 and not a year younger than I am until August, late August.
That evening Susie and her husband and Glenda and I went out to dinner at a place called Duck’s; they served a buffet of delicious chicken and pork tenderloin and mashed potatoes like Mother made, great gravy and really good green beans + plus a beginning salad and ending desserts . . . such as CHEESECAKE.
It’s a small place in West Lebanon, Indiana. I followed Susie and Marshall there and then followed Glenda to her house. This “following” business in the land around the Wabash isn’t hard, as long as you remember you’re supposed to be following and not daydream yourself onto another road, but it does give you a disoriented feeling. Old roads from old times, sometimes running through thick woods that line the ridge above the river. And then, you will break into an expansive view of really flat low fields that were once river bottom and probably still are in years of floods. There is a definite wilderness feel to this part of the state and literally “follwing” is so much better than trying to follow directions.
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