Neighbor Holly took me to the airport to pick up daughter Lise. The photo I have shows none of the angst of the 24 hours before. Lise’s flight was canceled, and she was told she could make it to Asheville by 8:00 pm instead of 5:00. That wouldn’t work, because Holly doesn’t drive at night. By sheer persistence, Lise was able to get a seat on the original flight from Atlanta. I knew when I got up the next morning, that Lise had already landed in Amsterdam. Whew! When we stopped for a traffic light, I asked the girls to face each other and took a quick photo.

The next day Lise and I ate at a local restaurant that no one else is willing to go to. It’s like a Southern diner, open long hours seven days a week. To me the food is good and the prices reasonable. It was a lovely way to start our first full day together.

A few hours later, we were sitting on the back porch when I got the message from son John $ that he had returned safely from his camping trip. He had been in some big wilderness in either Washington state or Idaho. A hiking rule is that you always let someone know where you are going and when you are due back. I was the appointed person who knew the facts about his car, license tag, and camping plans. Knowing he had seen a grisly bear on his previous trip there, I was happy to know he was safely home from the current hike. Lise and I were chatting on the porch, so I took this photo of her to send her brother.

John sent me a picture of a waterfall and a selfie he had taken by using a timer on his phone. I am a stay-at-home person, but my children get around!