I haven't posted here for quite a while because we've been
on the road. Let me explain: Every May we pack up our car with necessities, to
include the dog crate, a stapler, scissors, file folders, laptop computers and,
oh yes, some clothes, and drive 1,200 miles from our home in Florida to our
temporary home in Indiana. That's where we were born, and that's where many of
our friends still live.
We spend two months in Indiana ,
mostly visiting some of those friends. On many days, we meet somebody for lunch
and somebody else for dinner. In addition, my husband plays clarinet in an
"Old Geezers" band and takes private clarinet lessons. He's trying to
unlearn some of the bad habits he learned back when he was in college!
As for me, I am editing a memoir I've written about our four-year
experience living on a Caribbean island. The last year
we spent the winter there, we watched as a volcano worked up to an eruption,
or, I should say, a series of eruptions, which continue even today. In 1997, our
house was incinerated by a pyroclastic flow of hot rocks and gases, and that
was the end of that.
In Indianapolis ,
we stay in a little suite in an extended-stay motel. This is our fourth year
here, and members of the staff call us by name when we walk in the door. The
staff, including the women who clean and replenish the towels, the desk clerks
and the maintenance engineers, have almost all stayed the same, attesting to
the caliber of management.
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| Just like home |
The bromeliad in this picture - so reminiscent of our home
in Florida - was given to us by
the staff as a welcome gift.
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