Plinky | “It\’s not you, it\’s me.” by Laurie Nichols
Plinky | “It\’s not you, it\’s me.” by Laurie Nichols
23 Tuesday Oct 2012
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in23 Tuesday Oct 2012
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inPlinky | “It\’s not you, it\’s me.” by Laurie Nichols
23 Tuesday Oct 2012
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inMy hubby dropped me off this morning at South Station in Boston. I had a train to catch to get myself down to New York City to go see my mother. My mother and I are going on an adventure, a road trip up to the tip top of New York State, to go pick up my cousin’s eldest daughter, Nolwin; she of the nine children. She is a brilliant student and wanted to learn English, so my cousin, her mother, thought it would be a great idea to send her daughter Nolwin to a school in upstate New York. The town where the school is located, basically is in the boondocks, which is why we are driving up to get her since her school has a week’s vacation.
I love adventures and New York State, especially during this time of year, is spectacular. It’s going to be a long drive, but we are doing it in two days because we aren’t the spring chickens that we used to be. I used to be able to drive 7 to 8 hours a stretch when I was in my early thirties, not so much anymore. I think that we are going to drive for about five hours tomorrow and spend the night in a nice little Inn or motel and then drive the rest of the way Thursday. We are then, after collecting Nolwin, going to drive back southeast towards my house so I get dropped off.
Tomorrow I’ll see if I get wifi access so that I can let you know how the adventure is going.