It\’s getting close. Steve was packed – until I unpacked his disemboweled guitar to take a picture of it. Serves him right, overachiever! I haven\’t exactly started, but I\’ve been piling stuff around the self-packing cat, quietly seething. Which books? How many shoes? Mosquito repellant or sunscreen or both? Amish skirt, the gray or the …
None of this would have happened if it wasn\’t for Carol. Or for Sheila. And especially for the bird. Sheila was the Lead Nurse – Canadian, Eh? on my working cruise from Hong Kong to Singapore. I had tagged on to it a 2 weeks vacation in Chiang Mai, 3 hours away, to find …
Carol, Sheila and the bird (and how on earth did we ever get there in the first place) Read More »
