Sad doggy. This is Charlie. He will be staying behind. As the suitcases come out he knows something is going on.
Less than two weeks and counting, we are making our lists and adding to them daily. It is endless. Just when I think we are getting to the end, more things pop into our heads. We will be meeting with the travel agent this week. The only way to go. All tickets, including air fare, hotels, B&B's, rails and cars were taken care of by our agent. She was great.
As far as Fr. Lou's (FL) sabbaticle is going, the first few days he just sat and looked around. As if he didn't know where he was or what he was supposed to do. He didn't want my help with any suggestions! By mid-week, he was golfing, having a beer with lunch and napping in the afternoon. I have to say, having dinner together every night was pretty strange. The big adjustment will be the flipping of channels to sporting events during my regular TV series viewing. Oh yes, and the dumb jokes. I knew they were coming. Deacon Paul is going to give me a walking counter. Instead of counting steps, every time Lou makes a dumb joke, I will click it. I hope it can handle it. For example: The Today Show had a lady on named Rochelle. He (FL) asked if she was an old Rochelle or a "new Rochelle". I know.... I know...
Three months, three weeks and counting!
