slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: train trips
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In the morning, I went down to have breakfast and say goodbye to the members of our tour group. The news was on TV there and I was once again swept away with grief about what was happening to my friends in the path of Helene. One person who lingered at the table beside me…
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This was probably our rainiest day. For the most part, the weather was quite good, with highs in the high 50s. In the meantime, my sister was in Cornwall and they had terrible weather. We were lucky. I was sorry to leave Glenspean Lodge. Really, I would have loved to have spent the entire time…
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On Thursday morning, we slept late and then took a taxi to our next hotel, the Apex Waterloo Place. That night we would meet our tour manager and group, have dinner together, and decide whether Sandy was up for doing the tour. After leaving our luggage, we went to the corner cafe for brunch, where…
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I’ve had plenty of stuff to write about in the past month, but no motivation to do it. I know what’s happening. As long as I keep my brain occupied by games of logic, I won’t think about what is happening to my brother-in-law, and by extension, my sister. He is suffering. She is suffering.…
slowly she turned 