That phrase can apply to all sorts of things. In this case it’s me traveling to Louisiana for Daddy’s birthday. He will be 91 and his Alzheimer’s seems to have stabilized and the medication is working as well as can be expected. I don’t know if them moving into assisted living and therefore reducing significant stress has been a factor, although it probably was to at least some degree. Anyway, I’m not sure what kind of celebration we will have – probably a number of us going out to lunch somewhere then maybe cake in the activities room. I’ll find out when I get there.

I am actually spending an extra day this year because one of my cousins has to fly out to a conference and if I don’t go a day early I will miss her. That’s on my mother’s side of the family. All three of my high school girlfriends will be around even though we have to meet separately due to schedule commitments. As I explained when I emailed, with me coming around only once a year and there always being some question as to the exact date, I can’t expect everyone to hold their calendars open wondering when I will appear. My sister is also coming over for a couple of days from Houston, so that’s nice, too. Since I haven’t been losing weight at the rate I had hoped, I won’t be able to indulge in too many special treats and will restrict myself to one – that’s one Natchitoches Meat Pie. To the best of my knowledge, the only redeeming nutritional aspect to them is protein and the flaky pastry pretty much negates that benefit. They are, however, delicious. I’ll snap a photo before I devour the one I will allow myself. The same will hold true for catfish – okay, not one piece, but one meal.

I’ll post from the road on the days when I have connectivity.