Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming, “WOW what a RIDE!”
On Sunday after church we drove to Crestline, spent Monday running some errands, doing laundry and packing. This morning in Ontario we boarded a plane and flew to Seattle, where we will visit with friends and help Harold and Pam Kern celebrate their 35th church anniversary.
The flight was smooth and beautiful. Somewhere along the way we passed this area of snow-covered mountains, and of this spectacular peak I snapped a picture.
After we had claimed our baggage and waited a few minutes at curbside, the Kern’s pulled up, we loaded in our things, and off we went to lunch at Bahama Breeze. a neat, tropical looking restaurant featuring food typical of the Caribbean. Great place. Great food.
Our children sometime express caring concern because of the busy lives Jerry and I live. I thought of them and of our calendars, when in the Skymall magazine on our flight today I read the paragraph with which I opened this post. Nifty, huh.
Not long after we had arrived at the home of the Kerns, had been shown to our bedroom, and had hung our clothes, I came into the living room and was met with this sight. Zzzs filled the air.