June 18, 20
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| A Sunset at Home |
Home is where the heart is. And since I never leave the house without my heart, and my wife, I tend to make myself at home wherever I go. If you say to me, If you're ever in my/our neck of the woods you can stay at my/our place, We will. I mean, if you live somewhere we want to go. I would say anywhere in Hawaii, a lot of places in Florida around spring training and Texas.
We where gone for eighteen days. We spent two nights in the Hyatt Regency in Bethesda, Maryland and the rest of the time we stayed with family.
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| Papa Dawg |
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| Joan and Hammerin Hank |
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| Uncle Paul and Papa Dawg |
Thanks to Lisa's father Peter ( Papa Dawg) and his wonderful lady Joan for their amazing hospitality. Mostly Joan! Papa Dawg gets better with age, like a fine wine or a ripe cheese! Limburger perhaps. And Uncle Paul who always makes me smile.
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| Rob showed us Pennsylvania hospitality. |
On our way back from DC we got in touch with Lisa's cousin Rob Decker. I had not met Rob before, and Lisa hadn't seen him in twenty three years. Not only did we get to his house three hours late, he has a beautiful guitar he let me play.
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| AAAAADDDDRRRIIIAAN |
The next day he was our tour guide through Valley Forge and Philadelphia.
If it was a contest, and it isn't, the Gold Medal would go to the Bridgewater Deckers. They did double duty as we invaded twice on this trip.
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| The Blade |
Laura was waiting for us when we landed in Newark and I swear, I locked the bathroom door that morning! Janice's energy is infectious. She talks a mile a minute and walks even faster. Lisa and her left Uncle Charlie and I in their wake.
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| Uncle Charlie, to this day, a snappy dresser! |
Charlies a year older than me and one of the calmest people I know. Kind of like a human Valium.
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| Janice explains the subtleties of Bugger bridge |
While Stephen (Squidly) Decker took a day off from Globetrotting to lose two bucks to ME!
He may get to play with the Mars rover on two continents, he may have a triple digit IQ
(that means three numbers) but he sucks at Bugger Bridge.
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| Squidly learns the game. |
The apples don't fall far from the trees do they Charlie?
Janice goes above and beyond again getting up at 4:30 am to take us to the airport in Newark. It's a forty minute drive east of Bridgewater. She had packed us a lunch and had go cups for tea, ready to go. They will be joining us on the Alaska Cruise we are taking Momma Lee on.
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| Momma Lee |
We are so looking forward to it. Janice is also researching everything , and I mean everything! She is really good at it. I have no doubt that by the time we get to Alaska, they will be paying us to go on their excursions! Just to get us away from the buffet! I might try for a personal best in shrimp eating.
If you are ever travelling by air, don't put your harmonica belt in your carry on. Apparently they don't look like harmonicas on the xray. Glad I didn't stuff them down my pants! I figured we had an hour to kill I plugged in the tablet and the laptop and Lisa went to get us a coffee. While she was gone they called our flight to board. I was elsewhere...... in my mind. Put the toys away and spilled steaming coffee on my shirt trying to get my boarding pass out of my pocket!
The good news is we were in the emergency exit row. Lots of room. The bad news is they want thirteen bucks for WiFi access. I'm glad I didn't buy it. It died ten minutes in to the flight and the laptop went down thirty minutes later. I went all old school. I read a book. Casualties of War by H Jay Riker. I like his style of writing and it moves along quick.
I ate the Guacamole Janice packed for me on Chicarone, that's pork rind. Deep fried pigskin. 0 carbs. I had Laura drop me off at the Spanish Supermarket 1.4 miles from home so I could get the real deal. Big slabs of Chicarone in a glass box at the butchers counter. I also got six avocados for $1.39, that's when I decided to make the Guacamole. Tomatoes and onions in the backpack and start walking. It took me 23 minutes to get back and my feet where killing me. I said yesterday that I hurt my heel. It turns out it was my shoes, my adventure shoes! The ones Lisa bought me for our Australia trip. I have worn them almost every sunny day since I got them. There's just not enough sole left to protect my delicate tootsies. Every pebble, every pop top, every road kill squirrel, a pain in the foot!
Back to the plane. It was the roughest plane ride I have ever been on. I have been on a plane that dropped far enough to bring the Poop Fairy for a drive by, but that was a sudden drop then it was done. This was like riding a skateboard on cobble stones. Long periods of pretty good shaking. Made it hard to read my book, but it did make Lisa sit a little closer.
Made it safe, sound and happy to be home. Lisa filled out our customs declaration. She is the most honest person I know. She declared her bag of trail mix under the Are you transporting any fruits or vegetables question. So we have to go through the secondary screening. I thought the customs officer was going to laugh out loud. Thank God they didn't find the Philly Cheese Steak I had stuffed in my pants!
Things went smoothly from there. Our friend Gordy McT was there to meet us at the airport. His first great Grandchild is visiting from Alberta and his kindness set his brunch with them back. I thank him for that.
We went down to Woody's for chicken wings and World Cup, Adios Espana. I am going to do my workout when I finish this and then grab a shower and hit the rack.
I don't think I'm going to make thong weight by Hawaii on the twenty fifth. I will however, not be ashamed or embarrassed to go to the beach. I will proudly flaunt my beerless belly and my bountiful Moobs /Mantitties. I'm not good in the sun. I always wear a hat and a shirt even when swimming. Think Bo Derek walking out of the surf in Ten.
I am handling the challenges of travel dieting as best I can. Staying with family makes it a lot easier. The two days at the hotel a little harder. We are in a condo in Hawaii so no problem with diet or exercise.
That's all I got.
Till the next time
Peace Out Y'all
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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