We're here--in Branson and ready for the shows and shopping. It's a little cooler than I expected, but I have sweaters and my wool cape from Scotland, so I'm ready for that too.
What to do on a bus for an inordinate number of hours? Some folks just chatted. Some played cards (Skip Bo and something else I'd never heard of) Some snacked the whole time. Some napped and I read. I'm re-reading a series that I began about 15 years ago. Several new volumes have been written since I read the 3 books and I figured it had been so long since reading the first ones, I should start over and read all 6 (or is it 7?) in the series. Today I finished #1 and began #2. The books are long and I am thinking I may finish #2 while here and I have #3 waiting in the suitcase for the trip back.
Driving through towns sometimes give the traveler no clue to "where you are". There are Starbucks, Subways, Home Depots and absolutely nothing on the main street to give any idea as to the name of the town. With no commentary from the driver or anyone else, the traveler is at a loss---unless following a map and watching the roadways. Anyway, with my nose in the book, I couldn't tell anyone how we got here.
The bus has a wheelchair lift which is used for two of our folks. They sit on their walker seats as the lift takes them up and down. A wheel broke on one of the walkers and the gentleman who needs it, NEEDS IT. The hotel got him a loaner wheel chair, but he has no one to push it. Looks like we may be doing that.
We're getting ready for supper and then our first show, so----- more later.
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