Our Last Sleep...

Friday, May 29. Beautiful sunny day. 26 C, [79F.]

What can I do to make it interesting today? Not much methinks. It was very busy day for sure, but nothing to do with the trip at all. All of our energy is going to ensure there are no loose ends that we forget about. I met with the realtor, and Scott, talked to the home designer where we made some changes to the basement plan. We cut the lawns, weeded the carrots, tidied up the tomatoes, I extended a sprinkler head for better water coverage, went to CTI and the hardware and on and on it goes. Fellette did the hard and hot lawn cutting and I did a variety of last minute odds and ends, including cleaning a window that had some streaks on it, very high up.

Jeanette brought Alicia and Adrienne out for a short visit and to say goodbye, which she always seems to do before we go away, nice.  That was about our day.

I have no idea at all what, if anything, I will be posting to a blog tomorrow. It is a travel day/night, 10  hour flight with a nine hour time difference so you would be safe to expect nothing methinks. We have some time at the airport and then 10 hours of darkness and then out of contact, and then in Amsterdam at 10:00 am Sunday at which time we will no doubt want to fall asleep, unless we sleep on the plane. Feint hope!


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It was nice to hear from some friends when I sent the email about a travel blog. One especially, was from Australian friend Keith, whom I met in Europe in 1960. It has been a strange relationship, now going back 55 years. We have seen each other maybe eight times in that time span. Neat.



That is Keith from Australia on the left as young man, Easter Sunday 1960, me on the right. We were heading south to Sicily from Rome on motor scooter but never made it that far south. It was raining and we were wet and tired and stopped under an overpass to eat our meal. Good memories.


This is the only picture I could find quickly of the Prinsendam, the bow of it at least. A beautiful small ship. Here we are berthed at Victoria and Albert Waterfront in Cape Town. What a trip that was. We were just coming back from Antarctica, and sort of homeward bound.

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