Hubby arrived home last night. I took the photos to be developed from the disposables he purchased in Wyoming this morning. He didn't have his digital on him. He had three full disposables.
I noticed on the Amazing Race last week that one of the challenges was for a member of each team to use ascenders and go up a stone side of a bridge over a cave. I thought of my once, now retired, world class spelunker husband. He is written up in the books as the inventor of the Inchworm Method, an ascension technique on ropes for climbing.
I paid $1.97 a gallon for gas yesterday.
Saturday is the dedication in D.C. for the U.S.A.F. memorial. 54,999 are memorialized there. There's another reason hubby should go with son and me on our next visit to the nation's capitol. He's an Air Force vet and it think he would really be impressed with the design of the memorial from what I saw on tv over the weekend.
I continue to be struck by the grace and faith of the Amish in Pennsylvania. I knew they were of an incredible amount of faith and solid in their beliefs and way of life. But wow. The parents of the murdered girls extending their hand in grief to the widow of the murderer. The community pulling together to protect the Amish from outside media and looky-lous. Their behavior gives me hope in these times of boldface hypocrisy and political scores instead of moral decency and policy. Something to hold on to as my head explodes.