Irish Wisdom and Friday stuff…

5 pearls of Irish wisdom to remember…
1. Money cannot buy happiness but somehow, it’s more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes Benz than it is on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy, but remember the bastard’s name.
3. Help a man when he is in trouble, and he will remember you when he is in trouble again. 
4. Many people are alive only because it’s illegal to shoot them.
5. Alcohol does not solve any problem, but then neither does milk.

Have a fab last Friday in August.  I’m off shopping with my gal pals.  We’ll try to stay outta trouble!

Life is good, y'all!

Boppard, along the Rhine River

I love seeing the beautiful flowers everywhere.

And what was MM doing?  Admiring the boat traffic, of course!

There were about 6 or 8 sheep on the hillside across from the river.  Apparently they live there because they were there both days to entertain us.  Yes, we are easily entertained and that is OK with us.

We wondered what was going in between these two buildings (and what HAD been there).  Check out the wallpaper that is still on the building on the R:

Apparently the old building that was torn down abutted this building, with no wasted space!

Even if we never visit Boppard again, we hold good memories in our hearts from there.  And have photos that will take us back there any time we need a ‘fix.’

Is there a place you want to visit?

Are you making plans to go there?

Just do it!  Life’s too short to live with regrets.  Create some memories.  We sure have!

Caption this!

Tell me what you think when you see this…

Found in Boppard, Germany.  It made me smile!

Have a wonderful Wednesday, y’all!

Tuesday play

I have wee Will for the day. I took him to gymnastics this morning, which kind of tired him out, but he had enough energy for a few games of dominoes. Score? Tied at 2-2. We play with colored tiles, and he does well matching them up and is gradually learning some strategy. He's a mighty sharp 4 year old. Not that I'm biased or anything.

He is taking a break and playing on my iPhone, so I having some quality time in the massage chair with the iPad.

Brian texted me after midnight that he was on the ground and heading home. Thanks for all the good thoughts and prayers. I know he must be dragging today, but we will see him soon.

We have gotten some light rain, and more is expected later on. We need it. Isaac is now officially a hurricane. I sure hope he doesn't do much damage. He is most UNwelcome!

So what's for supper? Greek Chicken, salad, and French bread. Amy loves this, so I told her I would fix this tonight so that she won't have to cook when she gets in from Atlanta. I think I remember how to cook, after being away from the kitchen for three weeks. We shall see.

What's cooking at your house?

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Travel stuff happens

 

So what is that you ask?  Well, this booboo on my trusty backpack happened immediately upon arrival in Berlin.  I mean, after about 25 years of traveling many, many miles, why would I expect it to make yet ONE MORE trip?  Unraveling fabric…not good.  Oy…what to do???  Panic?  No, of course not.  This was the first day of a three week trip.  Stuff happens when you travel.

I checked out backpacks everywhere I could find one, to no avail.  Either not the right configuration and/or price.  Man, some were quite pricey and STILL not right.  I was regretting not bringing my rolling backpack, but it did no good to think about that.  I needed a replacement…soon. 

Plan B.  We do those well. 

MM figured the backpack still had some life in it, probably envisioning some duct tape in its future.  Thanks, honey, but no thanks!  That puppy was loaded with heavy stuff—iPad, Kindle, chargers, hat, water bottle, toiletries, jacket…good stuff!  I didn’t want anything falling out!!!

I spied a Nike store across from the Berlin train station and figured I could find a sturdy and reasonably priced backpack there.  And so I did.

Meet Blue:

Two outside mesh pockets for holding water bottles (a must!), three separate zippered compartments; one has slots inside for pens; one other has a half pouch to hold a computer/iPad, etc. inside; a good sturdy bottom, and the nifty nylon is supposed to withstand rain, important since there are $$$ electronics going inside.  I would add some small loops down the outside seams to clip a flashlight or keys onto, along with a strap crosswise across the lower back (to secure it onto the handle of a suitcase)…but no one asked me for my opinion on design.  I just know what works for me.  Or not.  And we didn’t have time to do much shopping, so this was the best fit that I could find on short notice.  D fer done.

Anyway, this little number worked pretty well and got me home.

Stuff happens when traveling.  There is no need to get upset…just figure out how to fix whatever needs fixing…and adjust.  Never let *stuff* spoil a vacation!  Rule #1.

Sometimes mishaps make for interesting memories, like the time my rolling suitcase threw a wheel in Munich…at the beginning of a trip. 

Stuff happens.  Adjust.  Smile…and go on.

And speaking of, Brian’s flight home got changed, so he is now getting in later tonight than anticipated.  Bugger.  Prayers for safe travel much appreciated!  A mom’s job is never done, right?

Sunny and cool this morning in Mayberry.  Life is good, y’all!

Sunday in Sweet Paradise

We had a mighty comfy room at the Dusseldorf Airport for Friday night…with A/C…yay!!!

Dick especially enjoyed this view out that very window of the airport:

That tall building is the control tower, with a runway that had a fair amount of traffic inbound from the R.  The room was very quiet, so we had a great night’s sleep, got up early, and walked across the air bridge directly from the hotel to the airport, got checked in, and then grabbed some coffee and croissants and waited for our 9:35 flight.

After landing at the new F concourse in ATL (first time for us there), we picked up our bags, breezed through customs, got on the shuttle back to the main terminal, and called Haley to give her a heads up that we had landed.  She and her family were shopping just up the road, waiting for our call and pick up.

We got on MARTA (the ATL train system) from the airport terminal, and headed N to the end, where our “limo” shortly arrived.  Easy peasy for all of us…and dinner on us for all at a place of their choice—Red Lobster.  Yum!

Two sweet kitties also welcomed us home with lotsa love...that continued again by KC (not quite as welcome) way too early this morning, so since we were both awake, we are having our coffee, and savoring the feel of home…and two computers! 

Unpacking, laundry, snail mail, download photos?  That can all wait.  We are slowly greeting the day.  And may need a nap later.  Or not.  We have a BSP dinner party to attend at 4.  That will be a nice welcome home, seeing our good friends!

We enjoyed our trip, but there’s still no place like home.  Life is good, y’all!

Saturday...heading home!

I am using a German keyboard in the business center of the airport hotel.  It is totally weird...so pardon any mistakes.  Plus I am writing this Fridaz night to post for Saturday morning, since we will be up and outta here in order to make our 9 35 flight home.  HOME...love that sound.  It has been a great trip, but we both are sooo ready to get back to the GA Alps and our family and friends.  Enough is enough.  Of course ask us in two weeks if we want to go somewhere and the answer will be YES!  That is just the way we are.

So my next post should be from home, probably with the assistance of a kitty or two.  That makes me smile.

Lots of photos to go through, so check back and see what pops up on the screen.

Ciao, y'all!