Last night, our motel room was so bad that after lights out Kader and I were still giggling about it! This morning…
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From Cedar Rapids, IA
Today has felt very long and we are tired, so I will probably make this short.
Continue readingThelma and Louise in Wichita, KS
We are driving long days and I didn’t get a chance to blog from Tucumcari, NM last night. I thought I’d better write from Kansas before I forget what all happened, and believe me, a lot has happened!
Continue readingFrom Lordsburg, NM
He is risen! He is risen indeed!
Continue readingTubac with Kader
On Tuesday morning, our Turkish daughter, Kader, flew into Tucson.
The men bury the hatchet
Some of the men in my church went hatchet-throwing on Friday night at St. Hubert’s Ax Throwing. Mark thought it sounded like fun, so he went.
Continue readingBirthday in Tombstone
Thank you to those of you who have asked after Mark’s health. This morning, I had him scheduled for a one-hour massage, and when next I saw him, he was looking very mellow. He said that the massage therapist worked on his wrist, which has been hurting since his fall, and it feels much better.
Continue readingAwning repair
You may recall that back in January, I talked about a couple of wind storms that rocked the RV and whipped the awning around. Ever since the second storm, the awning was barely holding together.
Continue readingNW Community Friends Church – then and now
On May 10, 2010, an arsonist torched the NW Community Friends Church in Tucson, AZ. It is for this reason that the church lets us live behind the building when we are here. They are happy to have someone on the property at night to keep watch on things and they built several RV spots behind the church so that RVers could stay here.
Continue readingHoney, I’m ho-ome!
I went to church this morning and asked for prayer for Mark’s last day on the road. All afternoon, Tucson seemed kind of antsy, like she knew he was supposed to be arriving today. Both of us were listening every time we heard a motorcycle. Finally, this evening after 5:30 we were outside waiting for what we knew had to come at any time, and we were rewarded with the sound of a motorcycle turning into the church parking lot. When Mark rounded the corner of the church, I squealed and skipped over to him with my arms open wide! Tucson ran to him too, but I beat her there!
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