Ready to travel

Came home from my run to find Alvin ready to go in the suitcase.

Epiphany

I realized while weighing my suitcase that I have lost the equivalent of 2 suitcases packed with enough stuff for 9 days (and I am not a light packer). CRAZY!! I got on the scale first to see what I weighed with all my clothes and shoes on - 175 then I got back on holding my suitcase - 211. I had been feeling a little bad lately because even after a lot of hard work I have a roll and flab under my arms and was feeling like I had made a lot of progress for nothing. However, after holding that very large and somewhat heavy suitcase and realizing that I have lost 2 of those from my own body suddenly all the work seemed more monumental and my journey thus far a lot more impressive. Yes, I still have plenty of room for improvement and 1/2 a suitcase to go but I am encouraged by my big pink monster of a checked bag! = )

Chico and Killer staging a protest. They hate being left behind!

Chico eventually gets so indignant that he won't even look at me.

Mema's visit - March 1-2

So strange that after mema's visit I saw this suitcase in a patient's room at the hospital. Mema and I had just talked about how I had this bag and would cross the back field going to her house. I asked the patient if I could take a picture of her suitcase. I am pretty sure she thought I was crazy.

We had nice sunny breakfasts at the nook by the window.

Mema did a pretty good job ignoring Chico's begging for human food.

Tasty breakfast: pumpernickel and cheddar, hard-boiled egg, kiwi and mandarin orange

Mema with Alvin in her lap under my original Pete the Cat.

Fully bloomed Japanese Magnolia outside my Aunt Johannah's house when I was picking Mema up.