Lise had a few travel problems before she landed in Atlanta, but I wasn’t a part of those. Her flight from Atlanta to Asheville was canceled. The first reservation she could get was for the following day, early in the morning. First, she had to get her bags. She has had lost luggage several times before, the worst being when she was in Asheville and her luggage in Amsterdam. This time her tracking tag told her the suitcases were around the corner, but the clerks insisted they were downstairs and hadn’t been sent up. She kept checking, until after four (4!!!) hours a supervisor sent someone around the corner to check. Yes, the bags were there, just as Lise had told them. Only then could she make plans to get to me. She could have spent the night in Atlanta, gotten up very early, and taken a flight that would have gotten her here at 9:20 in the morning. I began checking to see if anyone was available to take me to the airport. She had been traveling 24 hours by that time and just wanted to get to her bed in my house. She hired a driver, arriving here at 1:15 am. She would have been a bit earlier if there hadn’t been heavy fog in the mountains.

Lise unpacked the perishables (butter and cheeses) before we fell into bed. She slept for an hour, then couldn’t go back to sleep. She tried again while I went to church on line. We had bagels for breakfast, after which she went back to bed. This is the first chance I’ve had to tell you that I am going to be quite busy for a month while she is here – a month of activity and joy!