Love and Other Things

Jane and I have returned from our visit to Oklahoma. Grand state of open plains, friendly smiles, and culinary establishments called ... The Cracker Barrel (He-llo, fried okra, turnip greens, and southern sweet potato casserole like I've never had it!).

Celebrating Granny Doris' 90th was rich, rich gift and I am still processing the depth of it all. I'll need to sift through some photos and memories before I can begin to articulate my gratitude.

And now, the business of getting healthy. Jane and I returned late Monday and brought home souvenirs in the form of a flu of herculean proportions. Unfortunately, Lucette managed to procure a version for herself while we were gone and is on her own day 7 of fever and general rattiness. Needless to say, we are just now beginning to crawl from our beds, eat something other than saltines, and walk about with straight spines. However, I have no doubt (and I'm serious) that Granny could still beat us in a sack race. And if she were here to nurse us, I know she would fluff our pillows, stroke our brows, and ask us earnestly ... "Oh sweet dearies, how would you like me to tell you a joke with no point at all?" And we would all like it very much.

Glad to have been gone. Glad to be home. Glad for the gift of health and family.