Diary of blah blah blah: part III
*takes deep breath and continues from previous day*
OK, Mom came home and she talked to me. She and Dad have decided that they don’t want anymore payments on the van. They say they can’t deal with that with everything going on in Dad’s health right now. I’m stunned as she hands me a check with $200 on it - what we’ve sent them so far as payments. (later as it turns out because this is a certified check, second party, I can’t do a thing with it until I get home. Great).
Lynda comes after that and I feel like we’re rushed out the door. Dad needs to eat, mom is tired and I think I tire her more with my chatter. I kiss and hug them several times. Then it’s time to go. 150 miles, two days and I’ve spent an hour with my Dad. I wish now I had said more. Done more. It wasn’t enough.
*wipes tears from eyes* OK, so we left and went back to the apartment. Were there for an hour and then off to Oscar’s for wonderful homemade custard and a salad. I really wanted that…salad. I surprise myself as I get older. I couldn’t even finish my sundae (which was huge - Chocolate covered cherry bang. Love the name). After that Lynda treated me to “Sin City” at the theater. I think I’m going to have an interior monologue from now on.
Afterwards we came home. Talked. Read “The Message” out loud to each other, cried, hugged and sorted socks. Fell asleep role-playing in conversation format. Today we’re supposed to pretend that Duchess Margeruite has sent for us and so will pay out passage when we get off the ship. I stole the Duchess’ signet ring (no, not stole. FOUND. big difference.) and hope that will be enough to verify out story. We’re counting on the fact that the duchess is such a blithering idiot that she’ll pay our way without complaint. She’ll never remember that she didn’t send for us. *grin* Yes, we're both nuts.
Slept off and on for about 10 hours. The cat jumped up and down to the window, launching himself from the spot next to my pillow each time. I got a face full of fur several times. This, I’m sure, will wind up in a story SOMEWHERE.
The next morning we made a plan. I called the bank - they would cash the check if I brought in two forms of ID and agreed to be fingerprinted. Lynda thought I was joking about the fingerprints. I wasn’t. We went to the bank and then found out that because this was a second party check it couldn’t be cashed without THEM there. Oh, but I GIVE UP.
Stopped at Sentry. I saw THE CAKE. The best cake in the world. I wanted to take one home with me but knew better than to try. Can you imagine it - all those hours on the train, in the station, with a chocolate layer cake next to me? It would never arrive in one piece. grin Oh, but I could make mmyself sick with that!
Afterwards we wandered off to Northwestern Publishing House for their big 20% off sale. This is providential. Also nice, I could buy things and put them on Chris’ account rather than paying. we’ll deal with the check at home, and I could pay Chris then. I bought way too many books, including two on prayer. My prayer life isn’t as good as it could be. I hope (pray) that I’ll be inspired by these books. I’m always willing to learn.
We dropped off a book of devotions for dad. They weren’t home because Dad had dialysis this morning. We left it tied to the doorknob and went back to Lynda’s where I tried to figure out how to put THAT MANY BOOKS into my carryon. Oh, but this is going to be a heavy trip.
And I wanted to write on the way home. How will I keep from opening the books?
So here I sit in the station. I’ve said good-bye to Lynda and now I wait. I’m nervous. I will be until I’m on the train to Kankakee. Because by then, all the hard things will be past. I’m worried a little about the security. I saw so little on my ride here yesterday. Amtrak is not safe. I don’t feel safe.
Lord, watch out for me on my journey home.
OK, Mom came home and she talked to me. She and Dad have decided that they don’t want anymore payments on the van. They say they can’t deal with that with everything going on in Dad’s health right now. I’m stunned as she hands me a check with $200 on it - what we’ve sent them so far as payments. (later as it turns out because this is a certified check, second party, I can’t do a thing with it until I get home. Great).
Lynda comes after that and I feel like we’re rushed out the door. Dad needs to eat, mom is tired and I think I tire her more with my chatter. I kiss and hug them several times. Then it’s time to go. 150 miles, two days and I’ve spent an hour with my Dad. I wish now I had said more. Done more. It wasn’t enough.
*wipes tears from eyes* OK, so we left and went back to the apartment. Were there for an hour and then off to Oscar’s for wonderful homemade custard and a salad. I really wanted that…salad. I surprise myself as I get older. I couldn’t even finish my sundae (which was huge - Chocolate covered cherry bang. Love the name). After that Lynda treated me to “Sin City” at the theater. I think I’m going to have an interior monologue from now on.
Afterwards we came home. Talked. Read “The Message” out loud to each other, cried, hugged and sorted socks. Fell asleep role-playing in conversation format. Today we’re supposed to pretend that Duchess Margeruite has sent for us and so will pay out passage when we get off the ship. I stole the Duchess’ signet ring (no, not stole. FOUND. big difference.) and hope that will be enough to verify out story. We’re counting on the fact that the duchess is such a blithering idiot that she’ll pay our way without complaint. She’ll never remember that she didn’t send for us. *grin* Yes, we're both nuts.
Slept off and on for about 10 hours. The cat jumped up and down to the window, launching himself from the spot next to my pillow each time. I got a face full of fur several times. This, I’m sure, will wind up in a story SOMEWHERE.
The next morning we made a plan. I called the bank - they would cash the check if I brought in two forms of ID and agreed to be fingerprinted. Lynda thought I was joking about the fingerprints. I wasn’t. We went to the bank and then found out that because this was a second party check it couldn’t be cashed without THEM there. Oh, but I GIVE UP.
Stopped at Sentry. I saw THE CAKE. The best cake in the world. I wanted to take one home with me but knew better than to try. Can you imagine it - all those hours on the train, in the station, with a chocolate layer cake next to me? It would never arrive in one piece. grin Oh, but I could make mmyself sick with that!
Afterwards we wandered off to Northwestern Publishing House for their big 20% off sale. This is providential. Also nice, I could buy things and put them on Chris’ account rather than paying. we’ll deal with the check at home, and I could pay Chris then. I bought way too many books, including two on prayer. My prayer life isn’t as good as it could be. I hope (pray) that I’ll be inspired by these books. I’m always willing to learn.
We dropped off a book of devotions for dad. They weren’t home because Dad had dialysis this morning. We left it tied to the doorknob and went back to Lynda’s where I tried to figure out how to put THAT MANY BOOKS into my carryon. Oh, but this is going to be a heavy trip.
And I wanted to write on the way home. How will I keep from opening the books?
So here I sit in the station. I’ve said good-bye to Lynda and now I wait. I’m nervous. I will be until I’m on the train to Kankakee. Because by then, all the hard things will be past. I’m worried a little about the security. I saw so little on my ride here yesterday. Amtrak is not safe. I don’t feel safe.
Lord, watch out for me on my journey home.