Day 55

It was a beautiful Saturday - a little chilly, but clear and sunny. I was at the church until noon, returned home, and headed out again to get some shopping done for Sunday's meal. I did take another video of Old Mill Road and posted that on Facebook for Wade.  My final stop before I came home for good was here:

Young's Jersey Dairy - a family owned dairy farm that began in 1869. It grew and grew and in 1968 they opened their Dairy Store. Since then they have become FAMOUS for their delicious ice cream and now offer tours of the dairy barns, putt-putt golf, batting cages, catered picnics, pumpkin patches, cornfield mazes, haunted hayrides, and other family-fun activities. Today I got some ice cream for our dessert tomorrow. Picked out 3 small containers of different flavors so we can pick and choose. It was so packed today and that is usual during warm weather. Lots of bikers, bicycle riders and tourist-type people. The bike trail runs right alongside Young's Dairy. The line for the ice cream counter was literally out the door. Fortunately for me I could buy my ice cream in the gift shop and get out quickly. 
This afternoon I watched tv and napped and did nothing. Now it's 7:00 and I need to do laundry, clean up, and get things ready for tomorrow. Luckily I did most of my preparations for my Sunday School class last night/early this morning.
Wade wrote that he got rain today. Thunder and rain which was a first for him. But the big deal for him was that he got mail today. He got what I had sent about 2-3 weeks ago and it had a lot of food - goodies - snacks in there. Someone saw all the food stacked up and asked if he was selling it. He hid the cheese puffs and a box of Girl Scout Peanut Butter cookies, but the rest will be shared with everyone. I am glad to hear that he finally got that shipment. I sent another box last week. And I have a open box right now in my living room that I add to continuously. Today I added my People magazine, another bag of Cheetohs, some newspapers, and the Sunday bulletin from our church. Just little things that will remind him of home. I'll keep collecting bits and pieces and then send the box to him in about a week. 
So my shirt today - "I'm fine, he's fine. We're getting on just fine - and living in the routine that it's become."