I flew out of Missoula last Thursday morning after a cozy book reading at the Missoula Public Library Wednesday evening, where I sold three books. I was anxious to get to my family in New York because my dear sister in law, Marcia, was preparing to pass, and I really wanted to see her before she did.
Missoula to Denver, board a 747 (yuk) to Chicago (VERY CROWDED) then on to Rochester. I made it in time to see her, love her, sing to her, and she acknowledged my presence as well. Now she's gone, and her family is left with awesome memories of their mom who ran the ship, cleaned, cooked, organized, managed the finances, and deeply loved all four of her kids, their eventual spouses and the ten grandchildren. She is a book in and of herself. Aren't we all?
The return trip was pleasant (an unusual comment for me to make about flying), and relaxed. Touchdown in Missoula was smooth (also unusual). Now I'm making a quick turn around to drive to Pasco and see my son tomorrow, along with his fiance and his eldest son. We'll return Sunday. Phew. Six hours there, spend Saturday, and return Sunday.
Topping it off, I have a new job starting Monday. I'll write about it next week. It's flexible scheduling, and part time. It's a return to an old role, hopefully with a new perspective. More soon, stay tuned!
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Whew!
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