Something's Gotta Give ~

That was the movie Amy Patterson chose for us to watch this eve as she hadn't seen it and we recalled it fondly. It is an absolute hoot, perfectly cast with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keeton and a really sparkling, clever script. Three thumbs-up from us. We paused it a time or two so Amy could take calls from Evan, newly ensconsced in his dorm room at the FBI Academy in Quantico where things have gone fine so far. Look out, bad guys; he and his new FBI peeps will soon be comin' atcha like spider monkeys!

We went to church this morning and then came home for lunch and got Evan on his way about 1300. M needed to keep her knee off-line so Amy and I set out to take the scenic route around Jamestown and down the Colonial Parkway to Colonial Wmsburg, where we got tickets and did the Governour's Palace tour before strolling the streets there at sunset. We made it all the way up and down DOG Street and even walked up to the Wren Building at Wm & Mary; I hadn't been back there in the seven months since the wedding and it looked far more somber on a grey, damp winter's day with no blushing bride and dashing groom and festive wedding party around.

But things were warm and cozy back at Greystone, where after a hearty dinner we set about putting outgrown playroom toys in the attic and setting up the wine-tasting stations for the party for 80 people we're hosting this Saturday nite, 20 hours after we step off the plane from Orlando. Along the way I conducted yet another search for the Magellan GPS I'd bought in Nashville over Thanksgiving as a C'mas present for Dwight & Robin, but which has been unaccounted for since. I had high hopes of finding it back in Nashville since I recalled seeing it there in a paper bag with rope handles, but when that didn't happen, I finally bought another one and gave it to them during their visit.

After numerous re-searches of closets, the A/Bus, the van, the garage, etc etc, I decided to do one more thorough sweep of our master closet, digging thru the detritus at my end and then moving on to M's end, where she'd looked several times. I noted a handled bag deep back by the wall and looked down into it; there was a turkey brining kit she'd bought at TG but hadn't used. I moved on but then something clicked re where I'd seen the GPS last. I went back to the bag, pulled it wide open, and finally, voila!!, there it was. Thus endeth a vexing mystery of a month's duration.

So tomorrow it goes back to Costco, where we'll stop on the way to drop Amy at Norfolk Apt for her flight back to Houston. We may also do Jamestown in the morning. Then on Tuesday we gotta be at Richmond APt to depart for Orlando on an 0605 flight. Ouch!

Turns out sister Gay and family in Papua were unaffected by the big Indonesian earthquake, since it wasn't in their area after all (Someone misread the map of the quake's location -- hard to understand since he has a new GPS!). Caroline's skiing conditions out in Big Sky will get even more interesting as strong winds kick up tomorrow and snow squalls invigourate the single-digit temps.

Happy Monday to all ~