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Saying Goodbye – Flying Home

Today began at 6:00 a.m. We wanted one last hug from Dave, Joanne and Jenna. They leave for school every day at 6:30. I learned that saying goodbye that early is just a little easier because sleepiness clouds my ability to feel. After everyone left the house was silent, too silent. We had intended to go back to bed but we didn’t. I worked on yesterday’s blog and we packed.

We didn’t bring our luggage scale and Dave doesn’t have one. We reverted to using the bathroom scale. It worked as we were not overweight at the airport.

We left for the airport at 3:00 p.m. in Jonathon’s flashy BMW, our last opportunity to live as the rich. I wrote that statement and thought, no that’s not right. Although we are considered Middle Class in Canada, we live as the ultra rich every day, compared to most of the people here in South Africa and around the world. I’ve always known that. Now, I have a deeper knowledge and an even stronger desire to share my many blessings.

Rain poured down all the way to the airport. Traffic became more and more congested. We were both glad we had left early and Jonathon was driving. The trip took a good half hour longer than expected, but we arrived with heaps of time to spare. A friendly and helpful man offered us a cart, loaded on our bags and took us to the check-in. We gave him 20 rand ($2.00 Canadian). He was delighted and so were we.

Took a while to go through security and immigration. Lots of people are travelling. Terrorists are certainly not keeping any of us home. We had brought a snack, so once inside that was our first task. We wanted to use our last few African Rand so I invested in a Hagendaz milkshake – 85 Rand – the Canadian Equivalent $8.50. That was obviously a poor investment as it was gone from my body before the end of the day. It did satisfy my desire for something sweet, taste delicious and may still be around in a few extra fat cells. After eating, we talked with a friendly french couple who assured us our ten hour lay over in Paris would give us plenty of time to hop the train to downtown. I’m wasn’t so sure. We decided to check out the weather in Paris. If it’s pouring rain, we might as well just stay at the airport. At that point, all I wanted to do was get home.

I was cold, so we decided to buy me a South Africa sweatshirt. The stores were ultra chic. Sweatshirts were not on the agenda. After asking at several places we were directed to a sports shop that specialized in souvenirs for South African rugby. There wasn’t much choice. I paid the equivalent of $55 Canadian for a white Springbok (that’s the name of the national rugby team) sweatshirt. I just pulled it on over the light sweater, and t-shirt and camisole I was already wearing. It felt good to be warm.

Food on the plane was great. I enjoyed my fish and potatoes and veggies. The salad was good too. When we bought our tickets originally Tom had ordered gluten free for me. They are doing a grand job with that.

A small blip on this first leg of the journey was a spill. As usual they offered me tiny bottle of red wine (equivalent of one healthy glass), free on international flights. I saved it to drink in the middle of the night when I would be restless. The time came and I poured my wine and set it on my seat tray for sipping. A little later I asked Tom to get something for me from his seat pocket. In the process he jostled my tray. You guessed it. My new sweatshirt, my light sweater and my beige jeans were all christened. Oh well, it may wash out.

Food on the plane was great. I enjoyed my fish and potatoes and veggies. The salad was good too. When we bought our tickets originally Tom had ordered gluten free for me. They are doing a grand job with that.

The Flight from Johannesburg to Paris went on forever. We both decided that overnight on the plane is not really our style. We just don’t sleep. When we arrived in Paris at 6:00 a.m. we just couldn’t face going anywhere. We laid down on the floor and slept for a couple of hours or more. That used up too much of the time we could have used to take the train into Paris and look around a bit. Next time we will plan a stopover for 2 or 3 days.

The flight from Paris to Toronto was fine. I even slept for an hour on the plane. Our bodies seemed to respond much better. We talked with a family, and two different single people, all returning to Canada from India (their place of birth). We thoroughly enjoyed our conversations with these nice people.

The arrival in Toronto was crazy. One of the airport workers said that 5000 passengers had all arrived at almost the same time. The line ups were long. We did an endless spiral dance to get to the customs machine and we were fortunate. Being Canadian citizens we could use the machines. Once past that point the customs people just looked at our Pass Ports and our landing card and waved us on. By the time we got to baggage, it was no longer rolling round and round. In fact a lot of the bags had been taken off the carousel. I guess the baggage crew were trying to get ready for the next plane.

We are home. Hallelujah! We had a marvelous journey that we won’t ever forget. And we are grateful and delighted to be back in good old Canada. It’s fun to travel and it’s fabulous to come home.

Tom’s brother Bob came with our car to the airport. The fact that he can store our car at his condo for three weeks and is our airport taxi, is so very helpful. We are truly blessed.

All in all, even though its a grinding trip home from Johannesburg, I know we have sent an abundance of God’s light of love out to the world in large doses today.

Over the last three weeks we have met a multitude of friendly caring people. God loves variety and I am grateful. Our world is amazing. Thanks be to God.



Wednesday Feb. 23 Lesedi Cultural Village

At the entrance we were greeted with a group who sang and danced as they extended a warm welcome to us.

Today we were tourists and we had a grand time. After our trip to Klip Town Youth Program, where we experienced real life in today’s South Africa, we thought it would be good to experience some of South Africa’s history.

Lesedi Cultural Village is located in the heart of the African bushveld amidst the rocky hills within the Cradle of Humankind, a World Heritage Site. We visited five traditional homesteads inhabited by Zulu, Xhosa, Pedi, Basotho and Ndebele tribes who live according to the tribal folklore and traditions of their ancestors. Lesedi means “Place of  Light”. I struggled to receive the everflowing fountain of information that was offered because my hearing was defeated by the speed of speech and the lilting accent. I heard enough to learn a little, and there was lots to see. And then there was the dancing. The young people of the village were energetic and skillful dancers. Tom and I thoroughly enjoyed the show, the lunch and the overall experience..

Like good tourists we shopped. At this point we are familiar with the items that are every where and the ones that are made by artists. The selection at Lesedi Village was excellent. We purchased a number of gifts for family and even something for ourselves. We made the shopkeeper so happy that she gave us a zebra key ring.

We had a successful day. Dave picked us up and brought us home. This time it was our job to get supper. Tom and I had a grand time making pasta, salad and garlic bread. Two teens from the Ethiopia International School arrived today for a Music Program event  at the school here. They are friends of Jenna’s and are staying here with Dave, Jo and Jenna til Sunday.  It felt a little like preparing for family gatherings at home.

Tomorrow we pack and leave for the airport at three. It will be good to get home, and yet it is hard to leave. South Africa is amazing. There’s so much more to see. Our time with Dave, Joanne and Jenna has been precious. We will return for Jenna’s grade twelve graduation. They will be home come summer. That helps so much.

You can pick out the Joys that lit up my life today. One not mentioned, of course, is that we are both feeling much better.

Here are some pictures of Lesedi. During our visit we have taken several videos. I don’t know how to upload them. Guess you’ll just have to come visit us to see them.

Entertainment Center


Special Firepit – Cross means they build fire on the side that is sheltered from the wind.




House with low door is much safer from invasion. Warrior has to put his head in first, risking the inhabitants chopping it off.


A Tasty Treat that all of us declined.


Entrance to Zulu Village


Sacred Ring – When you go on a journey, pick up a stone from outside the ring, spit on it, and throw it into the circle asking for a safe journey. We all did it.


Heaps of Shopping

Our last day in Cape Town

We spent this day down town shopping at the Green Market. Once again we took our now familiar Omahrhumba bus. This time we walked the short distance to the Market – a collection of stalls that ran for blocks down St. George Street. We were looking for gifts for grandchildren. We had great success. Shopping done we had another slow Africa lunch at a street cafe. I didn’t take pictures this morning. I’m not sure why. Tom did all the bargaining. I am a pushover.

We returned to Leonie’s to gather our stuff. Lynn picked us up right on time  and took us to the airport. Our flight was good. We arrived about two hours too late to attend the athletic awards ceremony for the basketball season. Our Jenna won the coach’s award. We were proud to greet her when she got home with hugs and kisses and off course her grandchild gift.

Exhausted everyone went to bed but me. I had a long, slow, sweet smelling bath while I finished my book.

Another Two Days Have Flown Away.


Arriving Cape Town, still fighting jet lag.

Another two days have flown away. This is a spectacular trip. It’s hard to believe that I was afraid of this journey.

The flight from Johannesburg to Cape Town was less than two hours and felt like ten minutes. Our seatmate was interesting, fun and helpful. Her career is in marketing and she works for a travel agency in Capetown. I asked her about the best things to see and do in Cape Town and she wrote us out an affordable list. We talked of careers, my books, and faith. Of course, I gave her a card and told her about my books. It was so helpful to say, “They’re available on Amazon.” Maybe if I tell enough folks that, I’ll sell some on Amazon, and Amazon will begin to recommend my books. Regardless, Candice with her willingness to share, her great conversation, and her ready smile, added a large portion of joy to our world and I am truly grateful.

Sunset showing World Cup Soccer Stadium Cape Town

This trip to Cape Town is just over the top. Where do I begin? We are staying in Woodstock, a suburb of Cape Town at a wonderful Air b&b run by Leonie. I’m sure there is no better place to stay in Cape Town. We have a good size room with ensuite in which we are very comfortable. It comes with breakfast served when we need it. This morning that was 6:30 a.m. Leonie takes great delight in helping us plan our day. She delivered us today to our bus tour pick-up point for 7:15 and was disappointed when the tour bus returned us just one block from the b&b. She helped us choose a place for supper, waited till we had a rest and showered and drove us to the restaurant as well as returning to pick us up. She did the same last night except when she picked us up after dinner she drove us to see the sunset from the Lion’s Head look out (a local tourist spot).

Last night we had supper with a lovely young German couple. Judith a surgeon, and Norman, a banking loan officer. We laughed, shared stories and generally enjoyed each other’s company. Tomorrow evening we’re having dinner together to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Cape Town is heaps of fun. Today our bus tour took us to see the Penguins. This is breeding season so those inquisitive birds were all sitting very still on their eggs or caring for their new hatchlings. Afterward we went on to the Cape of Good Hope. I remember in about Grade Six social studies learning about the explorers Bartholomew Diaz & Vasco Da Gama. To actually travel to the southern tip of Africa wasn’t even on my radar when I was a kid. Today, I was thrilled to stand there and look out over the ocean. There just aren’t words to describe the feeling.

Our little bus had 22 occupants 17 of which were under 30. We travelled with the backpackers. Needless to say, my knees didn’t allow me to cycle up hill for 5 kilometers, or climb about a half a kilometer of steps. I did manage to the last 100 or so and made it to the light house to look out over the Cape. The bus carried me and a few more over the rest of the trip. Tom of course, cycled and climbed.

We totally enjoyed the young people on the bus. They were interesting and helpful. I wouldn’t have made it all the way up to the lighthouse without the support and encouragement of Anna from Brazil.

Tonight’s supper was in an authentic African Islamic restaurant which serves Cape Malay food. My taste buds delighted in a dish named Bobotjies. The flavours were delicate and delicious. The sauces obviously gourmet. The name of the restaurant, Biesmiellah, means the Grace or blessing said after the prayer at meals. It was truly an experience of God’s Grace.

We have had a grand day. So many people have filled our lives with joy that you must all be feeling the amazing vibes all the way back in Canada. Tomorrow will be the same.

My friend Nancy emailed pictures of Montreal’s snowy streets. I have to tell you all that South African weather is the best in the world, 25-28 degrees Celsius in the daytime and down to 17-19 at night. It’s fabulous. Ooops maybe that didn’t add to your joy.

I hope you enjoy the pictures.

Bus Tour – Very Windy Day Boat ride to see seals a true rock and roll. Seals enjoyed rain and wind. They had no problems.
Proud papa keeping eggs warm.
Look at me! Look at me! I laid an egg.
Get out of here, you miserable bird!
Aren’t I just the cutest bird you have ever seen?
I skipped the first 1000 + steps and stairs up to the lighthouse and rode the Funicular.

At the lighthouse overlooking Cape of Good Hope.  I’m halfway up the last 100 steps. I stopped to rest and Anna, age 20, told me “You can do. Of course you can.”

I made it and joined Tom at the top. I limped down. It was a long way back to the funnicular.

 Cape of Good Hope. We are here.

Angels Lead Us Home

We’re at the Airport, or more precisely and formally, “Liszt Ferencz International Airport.” On boarding passes and baggage tags, is written “BUD” bound for “YYZ” (Toronto).  It’s August 26th. Tonight, we’ll be home. This is a joy filled moment.


The trip home today has surpassed all my expectations. This morning, the courteous and ever-helpful front desk clerk printed our boarding passes and summoned a taxi for us. He negotiated the fare to the airport in advance, allaying Tom’s fears. The cab was prompt and spotless, the driver polite and helpful. He even folded down the front seat and pulled it forward, unasked, accommodating Tom’s size thirteen feet. We spent the long ride to the airport giving thanks Tom wasn’t driving. That was joyful. We felt God’s guiding hand leading us home.



On the plane from Budapest to Amsterdam, I was entertained by a most interesting, generous and kind man. When I struggled into my seat, he very carefully cleared the seat belt to the side. Our conversation began with my thank you. He seemed to want to talk so I asked him if he was visiting in Amsterdam.


“I’m Dutch,” he said, “And I’m heading home to Amsterdam.”


We talked. Proudly he told me about Amsterdam and the places that it would be good for us to visit. In the end, he ordered from the duty free shop on the plane, a tin of special Dutch waffle biscuits and the neatest music box egg timer painted in the Delft tradition.


“These are for you and your husband,” he said, “a gift.”


He touched my heart with his generosity.


The plane had been late leaving Budapest, shortening our connection time. Our new friend, Eugene, led us through the maze of the vast Amsterdam airport. He made sure we had our documents verified and escorted us into the correct line up. He couldn’t have been more caring and kind. He was an angel in disguise. Meeting Eugene was a total joy-filled experience.


Our good God had yet another angel in store for us. When I boarded the plane for Toronto, I was pleased to discover that my seatmate this time was a lovely women from the Ukraine, who spoke very little English. We had a great time as we struggled to share info about our lives, our children and grandchildren. The stewardesses, through their access to her passport, had discovered that today was a her birthday. They, brought her a birthday surprise of lemon cake and champagne which she shared with us. I got to pay Eugene’s kindness forward as I helped her get the movie screen going and fill out the Canada Customs form we all have to fill out. She enjoyed her company even with the language barrier. It was a privilege to sit beside her.


We have been truly blessed by angels of joy to finish our special journey.



A Day on Our Own

We delighted in Budapest yesterday, our last day. We began with the luxury of a slow morning, nowhere to go but breakfast. After breakfast, a short walk brought us to a shopping mall. Two of the casters on one of our big suitcases had disintegrated. With help from the desk clerk, we found the mall and the equivalent of Walmart or Zellers or Sears. Suitcases in every size, color and price awaited us. We focused on lightweight, cheap and sturdy. Our new suitcase fits the airline requirements and cost only 16,900 FORINT. We were grateful that the exchange rate was 204 FORINT to the Canadian dollar.


An afternoon nap prepared us for the rest of our day. We packed and weighed suitcases until our “stuff” was organized. The hotel clerk identified for us a live “Folklore” concert that evening, sold us the tickets and wrote down directions for the subway and concert hall. The Hungarian words seem to have an excess of letters, which makes them hard to remember. The tickets were worth every penny/FORINT. We soaked in a history of Hungary, superbly recounted in almost two hours of professional traditional dancing, singing, and orchestra. The evening was a highlight of our trip. Tom and I decided that we much prefer concerts and dramas to touring palaces. We returned to the hotel joyful and proud. With some good advice, we’d planned our own evening, found our way to the concert hall and back on public transport, chosen a fine Hungarian restaurant for supper, and experienced an awe-inspiring show. We crawled into bed still smiling.


Solving the Mystery

Well, today was quite a day. This morning when I reached for my hearing aids on the bedside table, I found only one and the second battery. We took the bed apart. We covered the entire floor in the room with our hands searching for it. The maid came in and said, “You get ready for your excursion. Once you are gone, the butler and I will search. Don’t worry. We will find it.” By then I was upset and willing to give the responsibility to someone else.


I turned the search over to her with great joy. We left for the special Octoberfest celebration organized by a local town just for us. We ate special sausage and cabbage, all traditional, even apple strudel. They entertained us royally. Of course local beer and wine flowed like the river among us. While we ate, they sang traditional folk songs and asked us to join them on some pop songs from the 1950’s and 60’s. We had a grand time.

This was followed by a stroll through town with a local guide who also entertained us with lots of local history. It was obvious she enjoyed her job. She told us about the fate of the Jewish families in their town. She talked of the shame the German people felt. Carefully, she pointed out bronze bricks that were embedded in the cobblestones in front of the house where three generations of a Jewish family lived until they were arrested and carried off. “You will see more bricks in front of other houses,” she said. “My son and other youths from his school raised funds to purchase these particular bricks,” she said. “When children turn fifteen, they must go with their schools and teachers to visit a concentration camp so they will know about this atrocity. We don’t want to forget our shame. Our mayor stood in this square several years ago and apologized publicly for what the German Nazis had done to the Jews.

She pointed out many other things, some of which were funny. We saw the narrowest house in town, less than three meters wide. We saw a pair of skeletons above the sign for a restaurant that mark the place where a cemetery had been. We saw the flood lines marked on one of the houses. This town floods every seven to nine years. House insurance here is a problem.

When we returned to the boat, the mysterious hearing aid was still missing. We had a snooze. There was really nothing else to do. Tonight, we were scheduled for a special intimate dinner with a few of our new friends in the Portobello Café. When I was dressing for the occasion, I opened my special green jewelry carrier, the Christmas gift from Connie and family. Surprise! Hiding among the earrings was my hearing aid. It must have been entangled with last night’s earrings. Gratefully, I put it in my ear only to discover that the other one was no longer in my other ear. Tom was sweet. We searched until it was time to go for dinner. He found the battery, but no hearing aid. After dinner, we returned to our room. A careful search of the floor produced it, hidden under the closet floor. Needless to say, they are both now carefully nestled in my glasses case.

So where were my joyful moments today.

  1. When I was crying over my lost hearing aid, the caring and assurance of the maid was pure joy. Why? She took over when both Tom and I were defeated in our search. It was life-giving.
  2. Of course, ending the hearing aid mystery was certainly a joy filled and thankful moment.
  3. Tom’s loving attitude all day helped so much. Whatever he felt, he treated me with kindness and love through the whole ordeal and patiently helped me search both times.
  4. I was amazed that I was able to leave my worry and frustration back at the ship and enjoy the Octoberfest celebration. At one point, the entertainers gave us a beautiful Bavarian waltz. Tom and I danced, floated around the room. Yes, that was a joy filled moment.
  5. The guide’s description of the German attitude to the holocaust was not exactly joy-filled, but for me, it was an important learning, a story I needed to hear.


All in all, we’ve had a grand day. The leisurely pace of this wonderful cruise is fantastic. I’m thrilled.



On the Road Again!

Unadilla Theatre
Unadilla Theatre

This past week we visited friends in Montreal and in Montpelier Vermont. On Thursday evening, we wended our way, to the Unadilla  Theatre, nestled into the forested hills of rural Vermont.

Now Showing

Our friends’ daughter, Erin had one of the lead roles in the Mikado. The play was splendid, the acting excellent, the music superb. Knowing and loving one of the leads added a great deal to our joy. We finished the evening with Rob’s gourmet cheesecake while we continued the stimulating conversation that sparked interest and connected us as friends.

Charlotte Vermont Ferry
Charlotte Vermont Ferry

Friday morning after a scrumptious breakfast of waffles with Elaine’s blueberry and Vermont maple syrups, we started home. We meandered across country through the Adirondack Mountains on county roads and state highways. At Lake Champlain, God offered us another short cruise in preparation for our big “River Cruise” in August. We shared the ferry with a number of cars, a motorcycle and a 72 foot tractor trailer.  Tom was trapped inside the car, since our parking slot was approx. five inches from the ship’s gunwale. We opened the sunroof. I stood on the seat so I could have half of me outside, and took pictures.

I wanted to ask the biker to take my picture with my upper half sticking out the roof, but found his bald head, bare muscular arms and tattoos too intimidating. Tom stuck his arm up through the sunroof to take this picture of me out on the deck.

Risking the big splash
Risking the big splash

Our journey brought us through Elizabethtown to Keene Village New York. Both towns are picturesque with lots of flowers. Like the Keene Village close to home, Keene, New York has a river running through it. Not having rain for quite some time, the Ausable River has become a trickling stream, roaming back and forth among the rocks.

Keene New York

Ausable river (2) Keene New York

The road wound through the mountains, around rocky outcrops, through the trees. Parked cars lining the road beside a finger lake signaled to us that this is a favorite area for bikers and hikers. We chose Lake Placid for lunch and found a fifties style diner. Tummies full we “shot the main” and followed 89 west, leaving the humming little tourist town behind.

The remainder of the trip home seemed uneventful even though we got a little confused due to the construction going through Tupper Lake. This gave me an excuse to stop for tea. While we were studying our map, a kind lady who pulled up beside us at the gas station carefully straightened us out and sent us on our way.

We stopped at the Trenton Enroute to eat our ‘snackin supper’ of veggies, dip, cheese and crackers. With gratitude we pulled into our driveway and unloaded the car just as the rain started. Before totally settling down for a cup of tea, I decided to text my daughter. My phone had disappeared. While Tom searched the car, he called my phone from his, hoping the ring would help the search. Angela from Trenton Enroute surprised him by answering. One of the custodians had turned in my phone. Sweet Tom, told Angela, “I’ll be there in about an hour.” I offered to accompany him. “No,” he replied. “I’m fine to go alone.”

Wisdom told me to agree with this. “I’ll finish unpacking and do the washing,” I said. The trip in the car must have given him opportunity to vent because he returned tired but not cranky around midnight. When I thanked him, he said, “I know you hate driving at night, especially in the rain. Thank you for letting me go by myself. I needed the time alone.” I smiled and gave him a hug. I am truly blessed with my wonderful Tom.

We’re Home! Hallelujah! #travel #thanksgiving

Oct 12

We’re home! Hallelujah! Traffic on the drive home was pretty reasonable. We ran into bumper to bumper, stop and go traffic on hwy 12 just south of Orillia. Tom took my suggestion of trying a concession road. Because we know the area well, we were able to follow the smaller side roads all the way to Lindsay. By then the traffic had cleared and we came home.

We’ve had a wonderful trip and we’re glad to be home. I know snowbirds spend months away every year. I’m not sure I could do that. I love my home. This Thanksgiving day, I’m giving thanks for my home and our family. Tom and I are abundantly blessed.

When we arrived late this afternoon, the dining room table was beautifully set with my good china and silver, table cloth, cloth napkins and tiny roses from my garden. My daughter Connie, and grandchildren Ellie and Tim were coming with Thanksgiving dinner all prepared. We were so grateful. We’d stopped at the 24 hour grocery store and found it closed. Our fridge and cupboards were empty. Connie’s green thumb has kept our flowers beautiful as well. It was fabulous to see and hug the three of them. I talked with my son Brad (in Ajax) on the phone. We will see them later this week. We’ve missed him and his family too.

Thanks so much to all of you for coming along with us on our trip. Your comments and emails kept me writing. I’ve enjoyed sharing my trip and my pictures. Tomorrow morning we begin again our regular life. I’m leading a workshop on storytelling with children at the Canadian Biblical Storytellers Festival in Richmond Hill on Friday. Sunday I have the honour of preaching at the anniversary service of Norwood United Church. Over the next two weeks I have several more events. My life is busy and I like it that way. Blessings to you all. Janet

Happy Thanksgiving! #travel, #family, #thanksgiving

October 11, 2015 Happy Thanksgiving! Have a blessed day.

View from Sharon's visitor parking - Camera didn't deliver the gorgeous colors.
View from Sharon’s visitor parking – Camera didn’t deliver the gorgeous colors.

At 8 a.m. this morning, we delivered twenty copies of Fireweed to Rev. David Zub. His study group will be reading and studying it this fall. Hopefully, either I or UCRD, will receive many more large orders like David’s.

Goulais River between Sault Ste Marie and Sudbury
Goulais River between Sault Ste Marie and Sudbury – this is a panorama shot – 360 degrees

The drive from Sault Ste Marie to Sudbury was beautiful. Lots of tall spreading hard maples resplendent in their scarlet gowns, danced in the sunshine. As usual my sister Sharon welcomed us here with open arms.

Sharon an I on her balcony - warm and lovely in the breeze.
Sharon an I on her balcony – warm and lovely in the breeze.

view from Sharon's balcony

This afternoon Sharon and I sat in the sun on her balcony. The lake, the trees dressed up in beautiful bright colors and the warmth of the sun together with our conversation made those hours absolutely delightful. Tom slept peacefully in one of Sharon’s comfy chairs. It’s good to be with my sister again.

About 3:30, I skyped with my son Dave in Johannesburg, South Africa. As I said in my blog earlier this week, today is Dave’s birthday. It’s hard to believe he is 50. I’m much too young to have a son 50. I enjoyed catching up with Dave, Joanne and Jenna. I am grateful they are well and working at settling in to their new location.

Sharon, Tom and I had our Thanksgiving dinner at Swiss Chalet. It was delicious. It’s good to be with my sister again. This has truly been a great family day away from home and I’m grateful.

Tom and I wish you a wonderful holiday tomorrow. Whether you spend it with family, friends or on your own, I remind you that you are never totally alone. God is with you, always.