Tomorrow morning we're taking the dog to the kennel and driving to Baltimore to be with the girls--our three granddaughters until late Saturday afternoon.
We've got the drive down cold. Once we made it home--288 miles--in 4 hours and 12 minutes!
But being with Emma, Morgan and Tegan...that you can never predict.
They are so smart and so good and so funny--well, just what I'd expect my offspring's offspring to be.
I have no way to blog until we get home on Halloween.
Maybe you'll hear from me on All Saints' Day....
Shalom, jim
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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