I have tried to figure out why this is so. Is it my desk, all so orderly with everything in the right place? Is it the Library with all our best books? Or is it that the furniture has been with us for a long time? Perhaps it is the music stand I bought in Kensington in 1973 that warms my heart? Certainly our best furniture is here. But neither of us are tied to possessions, and we certainly are not tied to place. At least we thought. Other folks seem totally attached to place and we are told their families have been in town for five generations. But our families have always moved someplace else for one reason or another. We actually don't quite understand this attachment to one area. But we know we are always happy to be home.
Our journey yesterday went well. Again Continental Airline treated us well, with a young person waiting to transport Ken in a wheelchair to the connecting flight. Two weeks later, Ken was much more able to withstand the travel. So we were both pleased with the journey to Mexico. Today Ken walked in the grocery store while I was shopping. Too cold to walk outside!!
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