Posted in Family & Friends, Lucky Eleven, Moving forward, Travel

Learning to listen

I was fortunate enough to spend nearly two months of 2023 back home in Michigan escaping the brutal heat of the Florida summer. Through Air B&B I’d rented the downstairs of a beautiful home that just happened to be on Lake Two, directly across the street from Lake Three where I had lived prior to moving away. It seemed serendipitous, to say the least.

My little home away from home had a lovely large bedroom with a desk where I could continue to work remotely. There was a spacious living area, ample bathroom, and no real kitchen, save a microwave, toaster, coffee maker, and small fridge, certainly the only items I needed, as anyone who knows me knows my relationship with kitchens.

Looking out the French doors leading to the paver patio covered by the deck above, I often felt like I was in my own little gnome home. The view from those doors was beyond spectacular. Through the wild landscaping could be seen a bird bath and a curved path that led to Lake Two.

Many mornings I would wake just as dawn was breaking and look through the doors to see mist rising from the water obscuring the reflection of the trees across the lake. I would hear the loons already fishing, their calls blending with the sandhill cranes. Wild Kingdom had nothing on this place! If it was warm enough or I was bundled enough I would take my coffee and sit on the glider outside my door and soak up the sunrise, the view, and the peace.

It’s funny, in hindsight, how we are given what we need to heal. I’d had a tumultuous year filled with heartache, heartbreak, endings, and new beginnings. Maybe I wasn’t fully aware that I hadn’t given myself time to grieve, to heal, always simply pushing forward, filling my days with work, trying to stay positive, praying, praying . . .

But this place.

By myself in this place I was allowed the space and the serenity to recover not only who I was, but where I was going and what I wanted. Being surrounded by my family and friends in a place I called home, feeling their love, listening to their own stories, filling myself with my kids and my grandkids . . . that’s what I needed.

And God knew. Of course He did.

I just needed to listen.

Posted in Family, Just for fun, Travel

“THAT was a GREAT GAME!”

Perhaps you remember when Robin Williams played Peter Pan in the movie “Hook,” the story about a grown man with two kids and a wife, a businessman who has forgotten who he is. There’s a line near the end when he’s finally leaving Neverland and the Lost Boys. During their goodbyes, one of the smaller boys exclaims, “THAT was a GREAT GAME!” describing their last adventure with Peter and Captain Hook. To me it summed up the movie perfectly.

Seems like after every road trip with my daughter Meg or yet another new ‘adventure’ with her, I feel like saying that. Because it always is! And this last time was no exception. The short story was that I would fly out to Albuquerque on Thanksgiving day, help her pack up her car and clean the house, and the next day we would begin our trek back to Florida, stopping at her brother’s in Edmond, just north of Oklahoma City, for a quick overnight before driving the rest of the way home.

Except early in the morning the day we were to leave, Meg really wanted me to see a New Mexico sunrise. Since I had gained two hours and I’m an early-bird anyway, I was up and ready to go well before I needed to be. She had a particular place in mind about 25 minutes south where she said it was the perfect spot. So off we went. The Albuquerque skies were clear and star-studded, but as we drove south to Los Lunas, it became quite foggy as if we were driving into the clouds. I suggested we may not be able to see the sunrise here, but she wanted to keep going just in case it cleared. Finally, after driving through town and onto some dirt roads, she stopped the car, sighed, and said, “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I don’t know if it’s going to happen now. We were going for a sunrise hot-air-balloon ride. Merry Christmas!”

I was stunned, and then I was so disappointed, and then so appreciative, all at the same time! Here we were with a helluva long drive ahead of us, but knowing how sad I was to have missed the balloon festival, she had arranged for me to go up in a hot air balloon! This kid!

After driving onto the field where the crew was, it was decided we would head back to Albuquerque where the weather was clear. We might miss the sunrise, but I didn’t care. I love anything to do with flying, and Meg knew it. She had decided if I was finally in Albuquerque, I was getting my first balloon ride. So back we went.

It was chilly and crisp. We rose to around 2600 feet, moving with the air in total silence until the burners were lit. I’ll never forget the quiet. Even with a basketful of people, it was quiet. I’ve been in big and small airplanes, open-cockpits and gliders. But this was different. And while I don’t like walking towards the edge of anything high up and looking down – my knees turn to jelly – I had no trouble in that basket. I don’t know why. It was just … peaceful. And yes, I did think of Dorothy and Kansas and Oz. How could I not?

After landing (with the help of a large bush and a lot of laughter) we were asked if we wanted to assist in packing it up. Slowly and carefully that gigantic balloon was deflated, folded, and repacked into a large canvas bag that weighed well over 400 pounds. Everyone took turns having their picture taken on it to get any remaining air out!

It was a short four days, but as always with Meg, we packed as much into them as we could. After three great highlights to the trip – getting Meg, the balloon ride, and seeing my son and his family – all I could think of was, THAT was a GREAT GAME!”

Posted in Family, Travel

Ireland, 2018

I was invited to ‘granny nanny’ my 18-month-old granddaughter Audrey with her parents on their trip to Ireland in March of 2018. I couldn’t believe it, but they said they wanted me to, and since they were footing the majority of the cost, what could I say but “YES!!!”

Kevin and Savanna had been there before, and Savanna is super organized, so with her in charge, we met in Chicago then flew together to Dublin to spend the next eight days traveling to Belfast, back to Dublin to catch the train to Killarney for a few days, then back to Dublin and home.

Even though March perhaps isn’t the perfect time to go, it was, nonetheless, unbelievably beautiful and truly beyond what I had ever hoped for. Audrey was a champ, a real pleasure to travel with, Kevin drove on the wrong side of the car and the wrong side of the road like he’d been born to it (must be in that Irish blood), and Savanna had us all on schedule. I don’t know how she did it, but it was a wonderful trip, an amazing memory, and I want to do it again as soon as possible!

12/21/2023 UPDATE!!! I am going again! I am going next summer for three weeks from May to June with some of my grown kids and grands!! I will definitely blog further! Oh, I cannot WAIT!