Thursday, September 29, 2016

Another Airport

It was strangely easy, once we'd reached the airport. It was just getting there. Have you personally driven through the labyrinth that is Southern California, hoping to make it through alive? If not, how did you become so smart as to have missed it? For me there is an excuse, since it is the only way I can get to where I wish to be. Therefore I can take it. 

The children sitting near me here are awfully quiet. In fact it was almost unbelievable, until I figured it out. They all have laptops, or iPads, or iPhone movies, or video games, or apple watches that go 'beep' and entertain, or a rough combination of all the above. Such a difference from the chaos and cacophony of a mere 10 years ago. The trouble will probably start when all of these devices begin running out of battery about half way across the Pond, by which time I hope to be in a TylenolPM induced trance and won't notice. 

But oh! they are gearing up to call our flight, I can tell. People are gathering up their belongings and their little ones. Mothers are folding strollers and prying iPads out of their offspring's fingers. It isn't going well. That TylenolPM is really going to come in handy...maybe sooner rather than later.

See you along the way!
the SconeLady

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Seeing You Along The Way!

"Grandma, bring back some England for me. Ok?"

The eyes in that face were as round and as innocent as they come, and in an instant Grandma wanted absolutely to bring him back some 'England'. As much England as she could possibly hold. And then, he said Goodbye.

For it was a Goodbye night, tonight. A gathering at the instigation of lovely little people who would adore to go with me but can't, and who will 'follow' me anyway, each step of the way. 

"Which 'England' do you want me to bring?" I asked.

"Oh, King Arthur's Castle, of course," he said.

"And the Sword in the Stone!" piped someone else, who had been studying this fascinating drama.

A masculine voice added to the chorus, "and what about C.S. Lewis? Might as well bring back C.S. Lewis while you're at it." If only. Oh, if only.

And then they all piled into their car, calling out "Goodbye! Goodbye! We'll miss you - We miss you already - We love you - God be with you!" And five blonds backed down the drive, shifted gears, and pulled away. It was the 'God be with you!' that struck me the most, and I walked back into the house, humming the tune.

God be with you till we meet again,
By His counsels guide, uphold you;
With His sheep securely fold you.
God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet.
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.

Just see how much England I can bring you back.

From the Sheep's Fold,
The Scone Lady

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Rosie's Hand

It is a small hand, not much bigger than a cup on a saucer. But I can feel it reaching out to me from over the Pond, and it is time to go!

Time to gather up electronics, and phones, and boots, and meds. Time to compare suitcase weights and determine whether or not I should take this, or leave that. Yes! Time.

I should probably take less and leave more, don't you think? because it always happens that something in there was hardly worth all the effort of lugging it pillar to post. I never seem to learn the lesson. But there is an Ace in the hole - TED will be there with his Rosie, waiting at the railway station and smiling to beat the band, ready to do all the 'lugging' I may need. Ready to lead the way to both cliff and pub. For we haven't forgotten The Sloop, dear Readers! Bliss.

Of course, the SconeLady will keep you updated along the way, never worry. For there will be adventures (mild ones, anyway) and loveliness (green green grass and cobbled streets) and charm - for one can never run out of that commodity in Cornwall. 

And this time (wonder of wonders!) the SconeLady has a brotherly traveling companion arriving mid-trip, bearing his golf clubs and ready to thwack that ball with the best of the Britishers out there on the links. 

And what better place to thwack! than this?  

But I'd better get my skates on - it's time now, time to get busy and start the Countdown with a prayer on my lips and and a passport in my hand. And you, dear Readers. There is always you.

See you along the way!
the SconeLady