Mark dropped me off at work around 8:30 this morning because he finally had the supplies he needed to go up and do that job in Winkleman that we checked out a couple of weeks ago. He knew that was going to be a long day for him, especially since it takes and hour and fifteen minutes just to get there. He left me with my bike in case I needed to go home before he could come to pick me up. Continue reading
My mother has been on a journey the past few weeks. It all started with a kidney stone… Continue reading
It has been a very long day, but Mark loaned me his camera today, so at least I got pictures! Continue reading
I had a migraine last night, so I didn’t feel up to writing, but I’m writing today from the Walmart in Pendleton. We’re about to have breakfast. Continue reading
The last few weeks have been busy for us. My cousin, Dave, and his wife, Sue, have invited us to stay in their driveway until we’re ready to leave for Arizona, so at least that has been a load off! Continue reading
Champoeg State Park was going to be full from tonight through Saturday night when Wendy first made a reservation for us this last week. By the time I got on last night to make a reservation beginning December 1st, the park was full until the 8th. That’s what procrastination gets you! Continue reading
We had to make it to Oregon by Sunday because I had a dental appointment yesterday. I thought it was going to be for a deep cleaning, which I was dreading…
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Today, I got to spend the day with women. Good day! And I got to be creative. Even better! Continue reading
When I went to work at the Visitor’s Center today, the sky was sunny and blue. There was not a hint of the predicted thunderstorms. Continue reading
First, some news about my pastor, Nancy. I believe I had last told you that she was not going to have a mastectomy. That was the news she told us all when she sent a phone call out to the church. Ten minutes later, the oncologist called her and told her that not only was that still a possibility, but the doctor wanted her to have a port put in to start a sixteen-week course of chemo. My pastor was too devastated to call back. Continue reading