I have decided to go on vacation. Just a little one. Six days, in fact. Banjo Man declared he was too busy with work to make the trip with me, so once again I will head to Texas by myself.
Have cake will travel:
I’m not sure how this turned out, due to a different oven and different pans than what I use at the lake. This thing weighs about 20 pounds. It may or may not be edible.
I need to remind my Texans not to get too excited when they see it. But the Funny Grandson is very happy that it’s going to be in Grandma’s suitcase and probably won’t be too critical.
A couple of weeks ago, after Face-Timing, I decided that I need some hugs from a 10-year old with big brown eyes.
Speaking of traveling, Southwest once again changed our flights to the lake in April. This time they totally cancelled our flight from Providence to Denver. That was a bit of a shock. After a stressful hour on the phone with Southwest I booked a flight from Boston to Denver. We will connect with our previously-booked Denver to Spokane flight.
Getting to Boston by train is not easy on a Saturday. There would be six hours between arriving in Boston and then flying out of it, plus we would have five months of luggage with us. So, believe it or not, Banjo Man and I have hired a car to take us from our home to the Southwest terminal at Logan airport.
I’ve decided to call it our 50th wedding anniversary gift to each other.
Tomorrow marks 2 weeks since we have received our vaccines, so we are relieved and happy about that.
Over this morning’s coffee, we discussed burning driftwood on the beach while looking for arrowheads while the lake level is still low. In 26 days or so, we’ll be drinking coffee and looking at the mountains while we clean up our little corner of the lake.
And maybe even nibbling on blueberry cake.