two years ago today, my grandson , Noodle and I started our drive across the United States. Along the way, we picked up my daughter and another grandson. By the time we got to PT, we were met by another two grandsons, a grand
daughter in law , my son and my DiL.My happiness was on overload. Today, some of those same people , sat with me, in a restaurant in PT. A lot is different now. Today marks the first time that each of us has been in a sit down restaurant,in maybe a year and
a half. We still had our face masks to use on the way in and the way out of the restaurant. I was the only one at the table that had never been to "Happy Hour". This was my first. When our " Happy " was over, after we sampled everything on the menu, I went
back to my Pod and a new dog. I have had Dixie exactly one year. Little did she know that she would come to a new home, fly across the country and live in a trailer, one month after I got her. Now,I worry
when the time comes,how she will adapt to going to my condo. How will I adjust? I'll think about this later.u now I want to savor my first "Happy Hour". I want to do this again.