... on a jet plane.
I'm going to see this crazy, beautiful grandmother of mine.
She is almost fully recovered from her upper respiratory infection so I expect her to be in rare form by the time I get there. I'm sure we'll talk about quilting and designing. She's planning to listen to me play the piano. We'll probably play Mexican Train and she'll win. We'll laugh and tell funnies. I will listen with rapt attention any time she tells a story about her life and I will wish for a photographic memory. To counter the fact that I don't have that kind of memory, I will take plenty of photos and record as much as my feeble brain will remember.
And then we'll sigh ... and cry ... and say good-bye once again.
Wish me a bon voyage!
Ken, if you're reading this, I miss you already!
