My folks are visiting. Because W. had long wanted to go to Gold Country and having relatives in town for a week was a good excuse for a side trip, we decided to take a trip to Gold Country.
So, this morning, we are leisurely getting ready. My father and husband went off to the airport to rent a larger vehicle so the four of us wouldn't have to be cramped for hours in one of our tiny sports cars. I didn't want to go, so my 85-year-old father went to drive my car back. He likes that sort of task.
However, my husband lost him at the last little turn that is a shortcut into our neighborhood. As I write this, W. took of in his other car to go find my dad. I'm not that worried about it, but maybe I should be. The likeliest scenario is that he started following the wrong white SUV. He'll show up at someone's house, after having followed them, and find out his mistake.
In other news, my close female relative just gave me a newspaper article and letter that explains conditions of my cousins who are living and working in Haiti as missionaries. The letter says they are okay. I will go off and see of my husband and father both make it back safely.
Postscript: All is well. Off we go -- into the wilds of Northern California!
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