Sunny Day

It’s so nice to see the sun!  We have had so many dreary days.  I think Spring might be showing it’s brighter side for a few days now. 

I gave up on March Madness.  My brackets were full of losing team!  I guess I won’t win the free dinner!

I have heard from a couple classmates lately.  Deb Mc emails:  SusanI always love your blogs – our little one (Niki) turned one last Wednesday – our daughter Steph once bought me a Tshirt (her daughter is now 15) that says “If I would have know grandchildren were so much fun I would have skipped the middle generation!”

I leave April 9 for Ghana and am really looking forward to the trip. I’m feeling a bit like a pin cushion. the shots for the area we are traveling to are different from the far east – in the last two weeks I’ve had yellow fever, polio, meningitis DPT [vaccines], finished a typhoid series and start the malaria routine on the airplane. Everything else carried over from China. I’ll send pics! the trips always make me so very very thankful to have grown up in the US. We have so much and parts of the world have so little.
Deb and Frank were in Mexico the beginning of March.  Deb wrote:
We had a great time.  The weather was fantastic.  Not too hot, just right in the upper 70’s. It must have been unusually cool there as the tour guides had on coats.  When we traveled to San Sebastian some of the population had on winter coats.  We were fine in shirt sleeves!!  The sun could be intense when out.  Frank got a sunburn.  the screen he used must have been too old.  I got along just fine.  The ocean was so warm.  Neither  of  us had been in the Pacific before.  I jumped the waves while Frank just stood there against them.  It wore me out.  
I had to take naps most days and it worked out fine.  The resort was beautiful.  The hotel zone was well tended and they seemed to water everything. 
We did two different tours.  One to the city of Puerto Vallarta where we walked on the cobblestone streets.  It was difficult walking.  The guides were so good to talk about  the history and also how people are living today.   We got a little time to shop but barely enough to get the few souvenirs we wanted. After the city we traveled south along the coast to a fishing area where we had the best seafood for lunch.  It was a winding road and some people were getting car sick.  We also visited a tequila plant and had samples, of course.  Bought a few bottles there and learned how to really drink the stuff to get the aroma.  I was so tired after that tour.  The booze is what got to me.
The second tour to San Sebastian was a long drive inland.  We visited another tequila plant . . just tended traditionally by a family.  Such nice people. Bought another couple of bottles of the product.
When we got to San Sebastian we had a traditional family lunch and it was very good.  Not a bit spicy.  Walked on cobble stone streets again.  I was surprised how rocky the countryside turned out to be.  It would be very difficult to farm there.  We  saw few fields that were tended at all.  The kids are leaving the farms there, going to Guadalupe to learn English and then head for the resorts for work.  50% of the population works in  the resorts.  We visited a small coffee farm.  Another family venture.  These bus tours are helping that local economy.  The  road we drove on has only been improved for 4 years so the area was rarely visited before.  San Sebastian is 400 years old and there were actually  some building still standing of that age.  It had been a silver mining town but  now  has a population of 100.
The food at the resort was very good.  We both gained some weight.  I did end up with heartburn most of  the time.  The last day Frank was a bit ill.  I thought it was from the sunburn but it lasted several days.  He feels better today.  Frank was not a bit impressed with what we had to go through at the airports and then through customs.  It maybe a while before I get him to travel outside of the country again.
Logan and  Becky took care of  things very well while we were gone.  The had the mail all organized for us.  That is  the hardest part of coming  home for me … the pile of mail.  And then all the vacation laundry. ha!
Mike H (who lives in NC now!) sent a joke about Nebraska weather you might enjoy:  On the sixth day God turned to the Archangel Gabriel and said: ‘Today I am going to create a land called NEBRASKA. It will be a land of outstanding natural beauty. It shall have tall majestic landscapes full of buffalo, tall grass, beautiful skies, forests full of elk and deer, rich farmland and fair minded people.
God continued, ‘I shall make the land rich in resources so as to make the inhabitants prosper. I shall call these inhabitants CORNHUSKERS, and they shall be known as a most friendly people.
‘But Lord,’ asked Gabriel, ‘don’t you think you are being too generous to these NEBRASKANS?
‘Not really,’ replied God ‘just wait and see the winters I am going to give them.’
This seems to be the week for doctors for me.  I see my orthopedic surgeon today about my knees.  Hopefully, I will just need an injection of Synvisc or something.  It’s getting hard to climb stairs again.  My right knee is the worst.  That’s the one I had the meniscal repair on 5 years ago.   Tomorrow I have an appt to see my primary care doc because of rapid heartrate. I have been waking up from a deep sleep with my heart beating around 200 a minute.  I had a real bad episode of that Saturday night, so called my doctor today.  We are at the age of doctor’s appts!  I fear it will only get worse the older I get!  (At least, I AM getting older, unlike my siblings!  Hopefully, I will continue to get older…but not sicker or debilitated!)
We had a unique weekend.  (Those Bristol’s are always finding something to do!)  Saturday afternoon, we went to Fremont to listen to the Pathfinders barbershop chorus.  Sounds like an old fogey thing, doesn’t it?  Believe it or not, there was a wide age group in the crowd.  The chorus itself has guys ranging from 11 years old to 82 years old!  The Fremont group is the first barbershop chorus to make it to the international competition.  They are #20 in the world!  There are about 100 guys that sing in the group.  They put on quite a show this weekend.  They had three performances.  We went to the matinee.  One of my writer-friends was there.  Her son is in the barbershop chorus and was a main player in the performance.  They put on little skits and told corny jokes in between some of the songs, and her son helped with the segues.  He and another guy tied it all together with their antics and jokes.  Afterwards, Dennis and I got together with Cheryl (my writer-friend) and her husband.  We went to a Mexican restaurant and had margaritas (Dennis had Dos Equis instead.)  It was a fun day/evening.
Sunday our parish Youth Group performed the Living Stations of the Cross.  For those of you who don’t know what the Stations are, they are mediations/prayers that are said in memory of Jesus’ path to Golgotha and crucifixion.  There are twelve stations.  If you have been in a Catholic church and have seen the plaques along the wall, usually in the back or side walls of the church, those are the stations.  They depict various things that occurred along the way to the crucifixion.  Sometimes stations are called the “Way of the Cross.”  Anyway, instead of just doing the prayers along the plaques like we do a lot during Lent, the Youth Group dressed up and put on a performance or pageant.  It was very impressive.  They do this every year and it gets better every year.  If you have ever been to South Dakota to the Passion Play, it is similar to that, but on a smaller scale.   
Keep in touch!  Let me (us) know what’s going on in your lives! 


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