Another beautiful day!
Church was at 9:15 a.m. Dave, Carol’s new friend, picked us up at 9 o’clock. This was difficult for me. I’m a sleepy-head and used to church at eleven, but we made it even after stopping to pick up another of Carol’s friends – her hairdresser.
The church she attends is called His Place Ministries. It is a multifaceted outreach ministry which offers hope and healing to the hurting and wounded from all walks of life. They provide a weekly Sunday dinner and fellowship for those in need and a Cold Night Shelter open to all who need a hot meal and a warm place to sleep any night of the year when the temperature drops below 45°. I was impressed with the good work this church does.
We went to lunch with a group of Carol’s friends. It seems this is their usual Sunday routine. I’ve said it before, but it’s worth repeating: Carol definitely blooms where she’s planted!
After lunch, we said our good-byes to her friends and Dave dropped us off at Carol’s. He went to his house to start fixing dinner for us. I forgot to mention that he is Italian and a good cook! We rested a little while and then went to a shopping mall. It was 90° and my sunburn was hurting! I wasn’t enjoying myself much, since I am a “cold weather” girl, but I faked it and we hit a lot of stores. Like most women, we had fun turning over the merchandise even though the only thing that was bought was a watch that Carol thought she couldn’t live without. However, before I left on Tuesday, she had decided she could live without it after all and planned to return it. You men out there are probably shaking your heads. You just have to understand – it’s a “woman thing.”
When we were sufficiently fatigued, Carol called Dave and told him we were on our way to his house. When we got there, he was in the kitchen, of course. He has a huge house with an eight-car garage. He is a collector of old cars. I took pictures of some of them, though the only name I remember is a 1947 Lincoln Zephyr.
Dinner was good: Penne Pasta with a sauce that I can’t remember the name of or pronounce. Also, a salad, garlic bread, iced tea and cheesecake with pistachio ice cream for dessert. It was all very good!
Dave wouldn’t hear of us helping with the cleanup, so after visiting a short while, we thanked him for a wonderful dinner and headed for Carol’s. It had been a long day. We were both exhausted and ready to turn in early.
It seemed we had been on the go every day and, knowing my time was almost up, I really wanted the two of us to just sit and talk a long while without interruption. I said, “Do we have to do anything tomorrow?”
Thankfully, she said, “No.” So we agreed we’d sleep in and spend my last day doing only what pleased us.
I turned out the light beside my bed. Lying there in the dark, I was thankful for the nice day we’d had, but looking forward to a restful tomorrow.
Next: Day Four
Beautiful! Each day is a little better. I love these installments about your trip. can't wait for the next one.
Nice Lincoln. Never saw an eight car garage before. He must be rich. good story.
sounds like a great day and a good Italian dinner. enjoying your stories peg.
Hey peg. I thought you left us. glad you're back. nice day three. like that lincoln. can't wait for day four.. sam
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