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Harriet: I set my alarm for 4:30 A.M. so that I have plenty of time to get ready and go to the airport to retrieve Sadie at 6:15 Friday morning. I wake up even before the alarm goes off, climb out of bed and head for the shower. Hair washed, I sit down at my computer and tune into WWWomen--gotta see if there are any last minute messages! The spouse gets up to get ready for work at 5:00 and comes in my office: "What in the world are you doing??" he asks. "Just checking the boards," I reply sheepishly. I leave the house at 5:30, thinking 45 minutes is plenty of time to get to the airport. At 6:25, I am running down the concourse, looking, looking, looking...and don't see Sadie. I turn around to head toward luggage and spot her. I had run right past her! We hug and go get her bags. Over a huge Missouri breakfast, complete with grits which Sadie decides to pass on after one small taste, we catch up on all that has transpired in each of our lives since we last saw each other in October. Both of us admit that we are just a little bit nervous about meeting everyone else. After a scenic tour of St. Charles County, we arrive at my house about eleven o'clock to find Gretchen in her PJ's, studying at the dining room table. She has just gotten up. We visit and piddle around, then Sadie decides to take a nap, but she is soon up again--too nervous and excited to sleep. About two o'clock, Gretchen says, "Mom, when are you going to the Bed and Breakfast?" "Oh, in a little while," I reply. "Don't you think you should get on over there? What if someone comes and you aren't there to greet them!" So Sadie and I load up the car with luggage, ice cream, wine, playing cards, etc, etc, and head to Augusta. We make a stop at a local winery to pick up some souvenier wine glasses for the others, then go unload our stuff. No one is here yet. After a few minutes of visiting with the hosts, we head across the street to check out some shops, knowing that by the time we return, the first of the crowd will have arrived. To be continued....
So what's the story behind this "dammit" bidness anyway, dammit? |
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