There's something innately exciting about departures. I can recall standing on the deck of the U.S.S. Buckner in Bremerhaven waving to the crowds in 1962.
Not yet ten years old, the thrill of travel -- we'd already moved 22 times -- was, once again, upon me!
I woke this morning bright & shiny. We, Smith and I, were gonna hit the road. The leaden-gray, Clevelandesque clouds did nothing to dampen my spirits. And when One El called to say she had a doctor's appointment at 2:30 and could I chauffeur her, I was delighted at the chance to spend more time with her.
One El with Bonsai, Double El's totoiseshell furball, on her left. This year is our 30th anniversary. (Once a vibrant redhead, her hair turned blonde after chemo.)
I was in the act of emailing friends (Yes, I know it's hard to believe I have any.) to warn them I was enroute when she called.
It IS the land of manana, after all.
UPDATE - 1-10-17 - Double El sent this great selfie.