I have often worried anyway that I'm boring you to tears with my daily "navel gazing" (as a much more polished, professional, well-known, and widely-read blogger I follow would put it; you might want to check out her delightful blog, testosterhome.net). So I don't think a couple of days of respite from "String of Pearls" would do anyone any great harm.
But I thought I'd just let you know what we've been up to the last two days, if you're interested. If you'll recall, on Monday my husband and I were about to set out from Des Moines, on the second leg of our road trip west to spend Thanksgiving with our oldest son, his wife, and our twin granddaughters.
We'd been teased by some of our Pearl relatives, during our weekend at Notre Dame, about whether or not we planned to stop and see some sights along the way--maybe check out the world's largest mud hut or the world's largest ball of twine. We told them that our plan was to just go full speed ahead, stopping only to fill up the gas tank and answer nature's calls. We were in a hurry to see those granddaughters of ours! So NO, we would not be doing the Clark and Ellen Griswold tourist routine. It was point A to point B for us, and that's all there was to it.
I was reminded of a few things as we drove westward from Indiana to Colorado. I was reminded that we live in a HUGE country, and in spite of fears of the zero population crowd, there are vast areas of uninhabited land that look like this:
I was reminded on this trip that I am extraordinarily blessed to live in this country, which is so filled with beautiful landscapes and natural resources--a country with enough farm land in it to feed its own people and then some.
When we'd been on the road about 9 hours or so, we passed a sign that read "Original Pony Express Station," and I oohed and ahhed about that, never expecting my husband to pull off the exit. This was a detour he never would have taken for himself; but he knows how crazy I am about anything old and historical, so he did it to surprise and please me. (I've told you many times that that guy is my hero, and this is just one of the million reasons why.) So in Gothenburg, Nebraska we stopped and saw an honest-to-goodness Pony Express Station, and my husband even donned his cowboy hat and posed in front of it for me. I can almost imagine him hopping on his trusty steed with a sack of mail strapped to the saddle, and riding through the wilderness to deliver all those hand-written letters. (Remember those?)
|Bonny and Cutie, crawling all over Papa.|
There is NOTHING like family. And even if you have to drive halfway across the country to be with those you love, it's well worth it!
I am feeling so blessed today, and I hope you are, too. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!