My daughter and son-in-law are so nice. They welcomed me and plied me with wine and asked all sorts of questions about my trip, most of which I couldn't answer. Number of locks in the Panama Canal? I knew there were three but I can't remember how long each one took. I wrote the schedule into my blog that day, but I can't remember. Was the passageway between them a lake? I don't think so. And so on. Did I learn anything? I guess not.

"I am a part of all that I have met," but what if I don't remember the meeting? I've talked about memory before. You can recall anything, IF it registered in the first place. Of course, different people remember different things. Eye witnesses are unreliable for this reason. The reports of the same event are usually totally different according to the memory of the reporter. That's my excuse, anyway. But it was nice of my family to ask.

We're going to their lake place for the weekend and they don't have Wifi there so I won't write a blog. Well, maybe. I guess I could write on Word and then transfer it when I'm in range again. I could. Not sure if I will.

I'll try to remember what happens.

Early Morning: going to Boston today, moving my body through time and space. Maybe I'll get back to you when I plug into my host Wifi, or maybe not. Think beautiful thoughts....

Later: What lovely people liked that brief entry above? I'm here, now, sitting on the back porch of my daughter's home in Quincy, Massachusetts. I know I said Boston because that's where the airport is but the family actually lives in Quincy now. They're on a hill overlooking Boston. (Did you know Boston is surrounded by hills?) Anyway, I'm here and feeling somewhat deracinated. I love that word; it comes from the French racine,meaning root,and yes I am uprooted again,just when I had barely put down new roots after so long away. Not that long, I know, and I'd do it again. Except...

You remember that old line, (oh dear, where did this bold face come from???) old line from an airline ad: "getting there is half the fun"? Well, that's a crock. It's no fun at all. I was nervous, harassed and exhausted by the time we boarded the plane. However, the air is soothing and warm and so is my family. I am blessed.