One of Ted's highschool friends is here and his recitation of
his wife's various miseries chased me from the room. Think
brain tumor, heart attack, unnecessary surgery and on
and on. Poor women didn't choose to come with him and now I wonder if she was able.
The weather held and Dallas and Ruth are going to be able to come tomorrow. He has a map from mapquest. I am hoping they make it. One can never be certain.
I am ready to plan another cruise but I am waiting for the certificate. They have already refunded port taxes, so it shouldn't be too much longer. I want to go the first part of April. It will be warmer in the Carribbean but the weather
should be more stable in Galveston. I learned a neat trick last time. I put a tiny shoulder bag in my suitcase and carried an over the shoulder bag with all the essentials in it
instead of carrying a large purse. My hands were free and I could get at our passports and such more easily. I also had the makeup, hot rollers and underpants with me in my carry on. The only thing I am going to do differently is dress up more so I will be prepared for dinner if my luggage is late.
Ted and I are so desperate for contact with the outside world. There is probably a lack in our character that makes
it difficult for us to go days at a time without seeing other people. Rex is the same way. He lurks at the front door, hoping someone will appear, hopefully a little girl. I can't tell
you how eager I am to see Ruth and Dallas. They are like
Laura, totally comfortable to be with.