This sudden extended stay from my 4-week summer vacation, while worrying and anxious for me, is now a huge sigh of relief.
Visits to my mom’s doctor’s appointments have resulted in a back-to-normal lifestyle. She’s feeling great, with me feeling great that she’s feeling great. Mom Priscilla is busy engaging in her regular routines of gardening, town walks, church activities and visiting friends. In fact, she and the Golden Girls (her companions’ group) recently enjoyed their monthly gathering at a local bakery. Here they are below. (My mom is behind the woman in bright yellow.)

Marshall’s Fall Festival
Yet another fun weekend event we both attended this past Saturday was the Fall Festival in my small town. We participated in the parade, passing out flags and candy along with our political party members.


My mom would have walked but the warm weather proved it was better for her to ride. At 92, she might not have been one of the most senior in the parade (we did have a few WW 2 vets on the American Legion float), but she definitely proved the most agile and “with it,” in my opinion.

“We’re 60!”
For me personally, another entertaining happening had several of my high school classmates dining out to celebrate turning 60 this year. Organizer Pam, who lives not too far from my mom’s house, was our arranger. Food was excellent along with story-sharing plus catching up on each other’s lives.
When it came to story-sharing, my classmate Scott Sutton had a surprising tale for me. It seems I had scarred him for life, not mentally by physically! He was wearing shorts and pointed to above his knee, where he revealed a pin-prick of a scar.
“You threw a pencil at me!” he announced with indignation. “You always kept your pencils really sharp. Stuck me right here and I pulled it out. I’ll have this forever. It’s a wonder I didn’t get led poisoning.”
Did I do that?! Shame on me.
One of our best fits of laughter was at the expense of Herman Grindle who, sadly, is no longer with us.
Pam barrelled into the following narrative about our beloved classmate concerning Valentine’s Day.
“Well, I remember in class giving out Valentines in grade school, ” Pam recalled. “I got Herman’s, whose spelling we all know wasn’t the best. Instead of ‘I like you,’ he wrote, ‘I lick you’. “
As we continued to chuckle at the thought of Herman “licking” his Valentine recipients, Pam went onward with this last bit.
“But that’s not the only thing,” she continued. “You know what? I kept it!! It’s in a drawer somewhere with my elementary school things.”
Pam’s anecdote, told with humor and heartfelt fondness, gave us all a lighthearted reflective moment of knowing a really great guy.
Here’s wishing all in our 1983 high school class a happy 60th.
Departure Gifts: My Pool Pals

This past week, I’ve been preparing departure gifts for those who have shown me great kindness and made my stay in the States special. Aside from thank-you cards have been a few more meaningfully prepared bags for drop-off.
As many know, I am never without my daily pool time so after our Marshall pool closed for the summer, I headed over to Terre Haute, Indiana (20 minutes drive) to the Terre Haute Aquatics Center. These folks know me from our Covid years as that was my de-stressing haven. I went 4 times a week, which also saw me doing the same these past 2 weeks.
I admire the staff, who teach swimming lessons on a daily basis during school hours to all the Terre Haute school children. Every grade level comes to the pool on a rotation basis to have swimming lessons for 2 weeks. Indiana deems it vital for all children to know how to swim, thus professional swimming instructors are present in offices at the Center itself. I am very impressed by their dedication and patience, especially while standing still in competitive-temperature water (it is cold!!) with little kids most likely shivering away along with their teachers.
We’ve gotten to know one another quite well from 2020 to 2023 so returning to see them once again, after my 1 1/2 year absence, has been a great treat.
Yet another welcoming sight for me was seeing once again Coach Teresa with the Indiana State University diving team ladies. This time around, I met a new team of diving divas, with only 1 I had known from before.
As always, I am enamored by the graceful skill and athleticism of these young women athletes. I can swing my arms about quite adequately for my freestyle distance lap swims but when it comes to springboard diving, the best I’ve ever been able to do is a cannon ball.
Because my last pool visit came on a Sunday, without staff or divers present, I was only able to leave their gifts hanging on the pool staff’s office door. Sorry to say, no pictures of us together will follow here.

Curious of what was given? For the divers, I included chocolates and colorful choices of beaded anklets/bracelets. I took one of the gold ones to wear while in Laos, in solidarity.

For the staff, more chocolates along with refrigerator magnet choices of encouraging words. I made sure to include enough for lifeguards and our police force security guards, Mark and Jessie, who are continuously present Monday to Friday to keep all protected.

A Totally Surprising Celebrity Gift Item
One of the best deliveries I carried out was to PJ Crowell, who adopted my rescue dogs, campus stray Lucy and Beanie the terrier, both from China. (If you don’t know that touching story, go to my previous posts, May 7, 2023 and October 15, 2023.)

In 2023, while searching for an adoptee before leaving for Laos, I entered terrier Little Bean (Xiao Dou-dou) in the Page-a-Day dog calendar contest. For those not familiar with this calendar, ordinary people send in pictures of their dogs along with a short write-up. If selected, the dog is featured on a specific day of the year. Entries are requested 2 years in advance so one never knows if his/her canine will be selected until 6 months before the calendar is released.

Well, guess what?! I recently received notice via email that Little Bean won the honor of having her picture in the 2026 calendar. February 24th is her day. Here she is below, at the Clark County fairgrounds where she used to chase groundhogs along with Lucy.

Those whom I graced with a Beanie celebrity-status purchase were: my vet, Dr. Yeley, who gave Little Bean her first USA medical check-up when she arrived, my mom, myself and (of course) PJ and Beanie. Here they are below, with Lucy included.

The Final Farewell
Can you make a guess as to the final goodbye individual?
Yes, none other than my mom, whose bag of small surprises I tucked into her bed where she’ll be finding it later tonight. (Just in case my mom is reading this now, if you want to know what’s in there, send me a note and I’ll reveal all the contents.)

Bye-bye, USA; Hello, Laos
My mom’s healthy self returned, I take my leave of the US knowing all is well. I’m now concentrating on the upcoming task at hand: arriving at the Suntisouk Language and Vocational Center where my directorship and teaching duties await. . . . . .

along with Winnie. . . .

and hopefully, no apartment rat invasion. (I got rid of them once. I pray I never, ever have to do that again. Ick!)
