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Last trip to Massachusetts



Yesterday we returned from my youngest daughter Jill's in Attleboro, MA. The car trip there and back was uneventful. An 11 1/2 hr trip. Daughter, Susan, and I had lots of fun both ways. We laughed, joked, reminisced about the good and bad times of our lives. There was more good than bad. 
There were thirty or forty highway patrol cars out. It wasn't a national holiday. I wondered if there was an alert. Who knows? It's nice to know we are so protected. Though it didn't feel that way when one pulled out behind us with his lights raging only to learn he was after another speeder. We did try to keep to the speed limit most of the time.
The triplets are 13,  now and their younger brother is 9. They are taller than I. Not the 9 year old. But as fast as he's growing it won't be long. Tanner, Chase and Mackenzie are all taller. The kids are busy with sports. They went to the Y several times to shoot baskets with dad. 


He reported that the two boys could hold their own against the men there. 
In July they will be moving closer. Three hours away in Kentucky.
I'm thrilled. I can manage that trip every month or so and I'm sure they can too. I've missed out on sports events, school functions, and other happenings in their lives. Now that my first batch of grandbabies are out of college, two, and two still in, I have younger ones to fill in. Grandchildren are the very best.
I was happy to return to find spring had sprung in Ohio. The sun is shining today. Though it's windy the temps are much warmer than when I left. In Attleboro I saw a number of piles of black snow 8 ft. tall. We had snow flurries yesterday before we left. I'm so over snow. The kiddies love it for sledding and playing outside. They won't have much snow in Kentucky but there will be other things to occupy them. New schools, new friends, new house, new sports teams. 




A whole new life. I hope they love it.
I'm anxious now to get out my patio furniture, look for a new patio table and umbrella. 


My patio is uncovered. I'm excited to buy flowers and greenery.
I love this time of year. I hope you do too ---wherever you are.
I'm reading The First Phone Call from Heaven by Mitch Albom. 


It's the story of a small town on Lake Michigan that gets worldwide attention when its citizens start receiving phone calls from the afterlife. Is it the greatest miracle ever or a massive hoax? Sully Harding, a grief-stricken single father, is determined to find out.

Anyone read that one? Would love to hear your comments. I'm enjoying the first few chapters. 
Take care and let me know what's going on in your life - hugs Barb



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  1. So nice they are moving closer to you!!! And triplets!!!

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  2. I am flying in to Boston a week today -- sounds very wintry still -- I am hoping against hope Spring will have spring -- but only a week to go :-( Still it sounds as though you are now in milder climes and had a nice visit with your family despite 8 feet of black snow!!!

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  3. Well, if the kids like basketball, they will be living in a big basketball state! Nothing like Kentucky basketball!

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  4. Glad you had fun on that long trip and glad family is moving closer!

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