I know I promised the first installment yesterday, but, alas, I got so into my writing that, by the time I was finished for the day, I was clean out of energy. My health has improved enormously in recent days, however, and I’m both thrilled and grateful. I’m not sure what was actually wrong–the physical was entirely normal (another reason to be thankful), but I was really dragging there for a while.
Wendy and I left the house EARLY on the morning of May 27, headed for the Big Apple. Normally, I would write a special blog for Memorial Day, but being in transit, and joyfully exhausted upon arrival at JFK airport, I didn’t get around to it. Wendy and I were lucky enough to be seated in first class, and there was a soldier in desert fatigues across the way from us. We thanked him for his service, as did many other passengers as they boarded, and that was wonderful to see. Since the military doesn’t usually fly soldiers anywhere but in coach, I suspect that the airline–Delta–must have upgraded him in honor of the occasion. It would be nice to see more of that kind of thing, wouldn’t it?
But back to the trip itself. Jenni, niece/assistant and dedicated Bernice-walker, met us at JFK–she had just arrived from a tour of Romania! She was even more exhausted than we were, of course, but she had some great stories to tell. The three of us headed for the hotel, with more baggage than a sane person would believe, and, Murphy’s Law being what it is, there was a snafu with the reservations. We waited in the bar while the knots were untangled, and ordered food. Would you believe one hamburger, a single serving of pizza, and a salad, plus a few drinks, came to $172, by the time the tip was added????? Yowzer. As many times as I’ve been to New York, I never get used to the prices–needless to say, the same meal would have cost under $50 here in Spokane, if not less.
A country girl in the big city–that was me.
Needless to say, once the room situation was resolved, we all pretty much collapsed into blissful oblivion.