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greetings from Iowa!
Jun. 12th, 2010 02:46 pmI am stealing an hour on the computers in Norelius Public Library of Denison, Iowa. Mostly this is to check in and print my boarding passes for tomorrow's flights, but it is also something of a sanity preservation measure.
Grandma Doris has gotten even fuzzier since last year. On the bright side, this means that I can talk about the same thing two or three times as well, if I run out of conversational material. Anyway, we visited for a couple hours, then went out for lunch, then drove around town to see her previous houses and Yellowsmoke Lake. When my time runs out on the computer, I am going to Wal-Mart to buy a couple things for myself and maybe a bouquet of flowers for her, since the flower arrangement my mom had delivered for Mother's Day had wilted completely, and I threw it out after lunch.
In other random news, I was not the only person flying from Ithaca to Omaha on Friday -- an older woman shared both flights, and on the second leg, we were seatmates. She told me about a nifty program called Rails to Trails, which takes old, disused railroad lines and turns them into bike trails. I told this to Grandma Doris, who thought it was wonderful -- she grew up in a train depot, you see, so railroads are dear to her heart and she likes the thought of them being remembered and repurposed rather than destroyed or built over.
That is about it, I think. :-)
Grandma Doris has gotten even fuzzier since last year. On the bright side, this means that I can talk about the same thing two or three times as well, if I run out of conversational material. Anyway, we visited for a couple hours, then went out for lunch, then drove around town to see her previous houses and Yellowsmoke Lake. When my time runs out on the computer, I am going to Wal-Mart to buy a couple things for myself and maybe a bouquet of flowers for her, since the flower arrangement my mom had delivered for Mother's Day had wilted completely, and I threw it out after lunch.
In other random news, I was not the only person flying from Ithaca to Omaha on Friday -- an older woman shared both flights, and on the second leg, we were seatmates. She told me about a nifty program called Rails to Trails, which takes old, disused railroad lines and turns them into bike trails. I told this to Grandma Doris, who thought it was wonderful -- she grew up in a train depot, you see, so railroads are dear to her heart and she likes the thought of them being remembered and repurposed rather than destroyed or built over.
That is about it, I think. :-)
