My original plan was to head for home on Thursday. Plans changed. Friday, I hoped to be on the road by 10. From experience I’ve learned that my speed has slowed. As much as I would like to do more, have more energy, move faster, IT DOESN’T HAPPEN.
Thursday night my granddaughter was promoted to high school. Because of Migraines it has been a rough year for her. She still has classes to finish online. We didn’t know if the unfinished classes would hold her back. I didn’t travel to watch her.
Friday morning, I heard on television that it was National Paper Airplane Day. Isa had made a paper airplane and flew it when they were at the camper. She had left the plane, so I took a photo and sent it to her via text. A photo of our snow covered back yard popped up. I mentioned Pap Pap was proud of her too. He was there Thursday night. The snow-covered photo popped back up.
I watched a tribute to an Airforce pilot shot down over Germany in 1944. Through DNA his bones had just been identified. I shared the news with friends at the camper as well as National Paper Airplane Day. A photo of a military man flanked by two females popped up. Bob has a Purple Heart.
10 flew by. I still had bags to load, things to do. It was chilly when I woke at 6.00. Something banging woke Robin up, her barking got me in motion. It was 45 degrees outside. By 10:00 the temperature had warmed enough that I could sit outside. My knees were protesting.
Car loaded by 11:30. Water turned off. Leaving the campground, traffic inbound was already heavy. I stopped for gas and learned they served lunch; Breaded cod fish accompanied me on my journey home.
Saturday morning the wait in line to enter the campground was 40 minutes. I was HAPPY I WAS HOME,
Wandering With Spirit 
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