Road trip!
Last month I wrote that we would be visiting daughter Mandy and family outside of Munich in Germany. We had a great time as usual and enjoyed dining at different beer gardens with their friends.
The
transition
Here we
go again. Empty our fridge and freezer and get an Uber to the airport, about an
hour away for a two hour check in before the flight. Problem is, at the last
minute our Uber driver tells us, as is frequently the case in France, the taxi
drivers are on strike and are blocking all access roads to the airport.
Prudence called for a 6-hour window to give us the best chance to make the
flight, and even then, he had to drop us off 1 mile away for us to walk the rest of the way with
our roll on as no vehicles could approach the terminal.
It was a
great way to start a 9-hour flight in addition to a 6-hour time change to
Philadelphia to be treated to a 6-hour layover there for our flight to Syracuse
NY. Once we landed, the airport was short staffed, so another half hour’s wait
was in order to park the plane, a mere 50 feet from where we stopped. After
spending the night nearby, Janice had lined up a chemo treatment and we were on
our way home.
Arriving
at our friend’s home who gave us our initial ride to the island, (all our
boats are out of the water for the winter season) he discovered that his boat
battery was dead. After a good recharging we were on our way to an island with
no running water, (think toilet, sinks, dishwasher and washing machine) and all
outdoor furniture filling every interior space. OH, and a big storm had knocked
out our internet, TV reception and house phone. I know, I know, by now you are
thinking “ I am so glad I don’t live on a stupid island!”
Within a day or two I was preparing our pontoon boat to launch in the water. It is shrink wrapped for the winter to keep snow, ice and rain off of it. And most critters. As I removed the plastic wrap I discovered that a racoon had managed to pry an opening, moved in rent free and had its way with our boat. I was facing 172 square feet of poop all over the upholstery and every square inch of the entire boat. I spent two days cleaning feces with mostly great success except for the 3 holes in the fabric he made.
Best of all, was after an hour of cleaning I lifted the protective cover over one of the seats and out jumps Mr. Racoon, the size of a medium sized dog, scampering off before my very eyes.
The torn upostery is scheduled for surgery shortly.
A few days later, all was up and running, flowers planted, and we are thinking “ Thank
God we live on an island! “ It is SO worth it! We would NEVER want to do
anything differently.
Fathers day
So its father's day. Every year, I get cards from one of my daughters for all occasions. She has found a source for cards that is simply outrageous. They are always gut splitting funny, so I look forward to all of them. I couldn't help myself, so I looked up the company that makes them as these are not your Hallmark variety. They could come from the "Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence" as some are beyond inappropriate.
Here was this year's funny one. :)
Finally
Over the years travelling throughout Europe, we have visited several WWII gravesites. Each is quite impressive and moving in its own way, from Omaha Beach in Brittany, Draguignant near us on the Riviera or Vimi East of Paris. There are many more all over Europe to visit. This one is high on our list.
