>> Monday, April 4, 2011
On the 4th of March my husband and I sat down to relax and watch a little television. Since most of the time, television seems to be a waste of time, I always have a project nearby to knit or crochet. So I reached for the yarn and crochet hook to begin a baby afghan for a friend of my oldest daughter.
The 7th was when we received news of an unexpected death in our church family. My thoughts were with that family while my hands were busy getting ready for a party to celebrate the first anniversary of living in our new home. As an added bonus, some friends from out of town were coming to the party and to spend the weekend, since they had never seen our home.
On the 20th, my flight home was to leave at 4:24. As we drove to the airport, it was blowing so hard the palm trees were dropping their fronds. The windshield wipers could not keep up with the driving rain.
My flight was delayed … and then delayed again. I began to wonder if I would make my connection in
. Finally we boarded. I landed in Salt Lake City at 8:00 pm on Concourse B. The flight I needed to catch was Concourse E at 8:10. I ran through the airport, arriving at the gate just as the plane departed. However, there was one more flight … at 9:45. It would be a late night. Salt Lake City
Side note: my husband is allergic to dogs, so even though we had really wanted one, the kind he could be around … labradoodles … were just too expensive. So we were dogless.
On the 1st of April, I had to go to work early to train a co-worker how to do payroll, my husband and a friend left for
and Charlie was left at home to wonder what hit him. My husband’s trip was to look for and hopefully purchase a new motorcycle. Yes, we already had one in the garage, but there seems to be no limit on how many motorcycles you might need. Spokane
And so, on the 2nd of April, we had a small get-together to introduce our new dog and motorcycle.
Another side note: the afghan was completed and mailed on March 31st.