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Road Trip

I'm off tomorrow morning to beautiful Canmore, Alberta, Canada.

I'm going to go hang out with Corey and be available to her family in whatever way I'm needed.

We will probably go up to her folks' house on Monday to check in on them and see if there's anything we can do to help Kaye manage. Charlie went home a couple of days ago and is trying to settle in to his post-heart-attack self. It's hard. Maybe we can encourage them - pray that we can.

Tuesday is Corey's birthday.

We haven't been together on either of our birthdays for years and years and years.

It will be good to see her.

Good to talk.

Good to renew.

I'll be back late Wednesday.

I'm driving.

So if you think of me, say a prayer for safe travel and clear roads - I've gotta cross the Canadian Rockies...

Could you think of a better time of year to drive through the Rockies? I can't.

Oh - and pray for Asia and the kids. They manage just fine without me, but it never hurts to pray.

I'm not taking my computer, so I'll be out of touch 'til Thursday.

Cheers, friends.

Smooch you all.

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  1. Asia, Lorraine is gone this week too. To bad we don't live closer, we could whip up a big batch of mac & cheese and feed the whole gang. Oh well. Try not to burn too much.

    Oh, and Ug, I know you'll drive safe. Enjoy your trip and we will pray for the safety from those crazy drivers around you and for good weather, and no mechanical issues.

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  2. Cathy,
    enjoy your time in Canada! I drove through the Rockies about two weeks ago, and they were beautiful. I think I did the same sort of trip as you - one to hang with an old and dear friend! Say hi to Corey for me, and let her know I've been praying for them!

    Lis

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  3. Anonymous1:31 PM

    Thinking and praying for you... much love

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