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My final post on our anniversary trip to England. You can find the rest athttps://lindasbiblestudy.wordpress.com if you’re interested.

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There really is no place like home.

Our flights were problem-free. We had wheelchair help arranged at each place, from check-in to baggage. What a wonderful help that was. You get taken to the front of the line, and everyone seems to be perfectly okay with that. All our helpers were polite, kind, and efficient.

It’s very hot here in our corner of PA. Supposed to be record-setting highs tomorrow, up to 100. Ugh. I’m missing the cool mornings and evenings near Oxford. We had wonderful weather the whole time we were there. This heat saps my energy. I’m looking around at all that needs to be done, and I don’t want to do any of it! We do have central air, which is a huge blessing, but there’s just something about the atmosphere that changes with that kind of heat.

I was just looking through Dan’s pictures, and this…

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Sunday Through Wednesday Morning

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We left home around 10:30 on Sunday morning.I had arranged with the airline to have transport (wheelchair) for both of us, because neither of us is good at walking a distance these day. The escorts who pushed our chairs were wonderful. They were kind, helpful, and completely pleasant. They took us right to the front of every line, and no one was upset or unhappy with that. We breezed right through TSA, and then they wheeled us through to our gate. It’s the first time I’d ever experienced that service, and it sure saved us time and a lot of pain not to have to walk all that way.

Our escorts left us in the seats designated for the handicapped, and told us they would return to help us board. Again, we were taken to the head of the line and right to our seats on our first flight.

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Under the Apple Tree

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


Babs perched on the hard bench in the musty bus depot, hands folded, knees together, shoulders back–just as she had been taught. She could have purchased a lunch combo for only $2.99, but her stomach rebelled.

It was beautiful outside. A perfect summer day. But she was too nervous to move, afraid to miss any moment of his return.

“Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me. . . .” the radio blared. A fat tear gathered in the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek.

His grave would be under the apple tree. . . . . .

Note to my Readers

I’ve been working on getting my photos to show up in my posts. This has taken a lot of tinkering, since I’m not a tech guru 🙂 This morning, however, I’m hoping I found the cure.

Would someone who was not able to see the pictures in “Our Story: 50 Years!” please let me know if you can see them now?

I sound like the old Verizon ad: “Can you hear me now?” 🙂

The Janitor

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Zing and Zang read the words on the marquee, but they didn’t understand.

“Do you think it’s where you go to purchase a box?” questioned Zang.

“I don’t know. Maybe a factory that makes boxes. Let’s ask someone.”

“Don’t forget, we’re invisible. We’d better hide before we switch.”

They found a dark corner and flicked into visibility. They opened the door under the BOX OFFICE sign and saw a man sweeping.

“Right, youse two. Think you’re funny, huh? I’ll show you funny!” He raised his broom. They flicked back to invisible.

“Gotta stop drinkin,” muttered the janitor.

Airport Confusion

Zing and Zang are feeling overlooked. Several of the comment in the past few weeks have mentioned my favorite little aliens, and this week Kelvin nudged me in that direction. What better place to take these two than an international airport? Therefore, my second offering, better late than never 🙂

Zing and Zang perched invisibily just outside a departure gate. There were swarms of people. People sitting, walking, reading, sleeping, engaging in acts of affection that made Zing and Zang blush—which of course no one could see, so that’s all right 🙂

“Zing, this place is HUGE! And look at the size of their air transports! I wonder if they’re all going to the same place?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t understand why they don’t just teleport! Ready?

“Ready. To infinity and beyond!”

Circling the Earth

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Holding a Kindle in her lap, Mrs. Honnicut had a hard time concentrating. Real life was much more interesting. Airports were full of people from Everywhere, Earth, Galaxy Milky Way.

They were all different. Skin colors, hair colors, eye colors–all different. Clothing often revealed the country of origin. And sometimes a lot more of the body than was necessary. One man nearby read a Bible. Most younger people sported earbuds and glazed eyes.

They were all the same. Coming, going, parting, greeting. Weary, excited, tired, disheveled.

Each a part of the paths that circled the earth.