And so the new chapter begins.
I'm in Mom and Dad's house, George is anxious about something and trying to knock one of my fine-tipped, black ink pens off the desk, the printer has been humming for about two hours with the arduous task of churning out syllabi and handouts, and I'm drinking tea now because the caffeine from the eight cups of coffee this morning has been making my stomach hurt.
Need to cut back on that.
This month, this week, this year marks the beginning of so many new things, and as excited as I am about the new chapter, I'm a little sad to leave some of the new things behind. Who wouldn't want to choose a new state every couple of weeks?
Speaking of, here are a couple of interesting pics of Dad and I's trip to Portland. I even took a couple of shots of these trains for Al.
4 comments:
great pictures Heath! I am so glad that you got to go with dad on his cross country car delivery trip! I know he was grateful for your company! love ya mom
Interesting trains, Heather! I'm trying to guess where you were ... maybe somewhere in the Columbia River Valley near The Dalles? Did you stop along the way or was it a McGrail killer non-stopper?
Love, Al
Thanks again for braving the trip and bringing our car out, it means a lot to us.
It was a killer McGrail trip, Al. We did it in three days from Sioux City. And the trains, we saw them in Montana along Highway 90 out in the middle of nowhere pretty much. It was awesome. Beautiful.
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