Night time is the hardest. Very hard. Very quiet. Very still. Very lonely. The later it gets, the more alert and awake I get. Sunday was the first time I have left the house on a mission. Went to my brother’s house which is about an hours drive from my house. I have tried to leave the house on other weekends. Made it about a mile, forgot what I was after or where I was going so I turned around and went home. No way to do it this past Sunday. That brings us up to Thursday (today). I have committed myself to going to Grandson’s high school football game. Friday Night Lights. He is a starter, a junior and has already received one offer from a college and looks like he will be able to play in division 1 in two years. Six five and two seventy five on the hoof. He is a one man stampede on the field. I willl have two trips under my belt so, with Meredith gone, some one has to do the planning for Thanksgiving. Meredith’s mother died unexpectedly ten years ago right before the Thanksgiving holiday. Ever since then, we would travel on the holiday. Camping. Europe. Beach. Anywhere as long as it was not here. Meredith would spend months looking for deals, planning and making reservations for the trip. So this time around it is all on me.
Iceland it is. Details to follow. “
On the road again. Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again And I can’t wait to get on the road again