flotsam

May 27

I’m writing this on May 10th. Mother’s Day. I wore my mask and walked over to mom and dad’s for the first time in COVID-time and the first time this season and the first time probably in 2 years because walking there is not a thing when we have extremes of either heat or rain, and last year it seemed like we alternated between the two.

But I’ve gotten off track. So anyway…

It was Mother’s Day and I got to see my Mom, which was great. Dad bought us all a take-out lunch (thanks again Dad!) and I saw my family as a whole (distanced in general and masked a good bit of the time as well) and we played some fun games (which did not require us to cluster).

It’s a good family day!

It’s also the post that – because of my scheduling delay – will go up on Wednesday May 27, midweek after Memorial Day.

Which if I am remembering right, is Uncle Steve’s birthday, and Libby’s birthday.

And knowing that ahead means I’m missing my NJ families, and my uncle, albeit in different ways.

And so I’m just pausing in my semi-random flotsam, to be thankful for all the people who bless my life, but aren’t in my life day-to-day, whether that separation is just-across-town-but-COVID, or across-state-lines, or across-the-great-divide.

You’re loved. You’re missed.

And I’m so thankful for you!

Happy birthday LibbyLou!

adventures abroad, travel

Day 10: (Port Kelang) Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

The port where we’ve docked is a good hour from Kuala Lumpur proper, so there’s ample opportunity to nod off en route.

But I wake up in time to see the city, the old train station, the national mosque, the war memorial and museum visit. And of course, to see the towers.

(G had already done this tour, so he really didn’t need to come do it again. But I’m on it, so he signed up again. Did I mention, likes me lilbit? – More than a little, and a lot more than like, he says.)

As usual, because of the long ride and the full itinerary, everything we stop to do is a big rush.

Back on board the ship, we head to our cabins – no socializing this afternoon … It’s packing night. I’m carrying off (which I debate briefly but ultimately decide is the only way I’m getting everything off the ship). I get squared away, showered and dressed for dinner, when G calls to say that T has invited everyone to come down and meet for drinks before dinner.

I buy everyone a round, and we all have a great time hanging out.

Then we go for a final dinner (or is it last supper?) The one that seems less “forever.”

Afterward we all go to the last show which is really quite awful but none of us is willing to leave the group to skip out.

Finally that torture ends, and we say our goodbyes, give hugs, and surprisingly manage not to cry all over each other.

Because all these initials I’ve been using don’t do them justice: Trudy, Greg, Viviana, Andy, Patricia, Suzanne. May we all meet again. ❤️