Wednesday, October 19, 2022 Returning Home

Dear friends, we have returned after a journey of 4000 miles and oh, what wondrous wanderings we’ve had. We met our newest grandson, Baby “Odipher,” as his 2 1/2-year old big sister calls him. I am often tempted to sing the song from the musical “Oliver” when I see him. Sometimes I give in to the temptation: “Oliver, Oliver, never before has a boy asked for more…” We were blessed to be present at his baptism, at which he was perfectly composed and mellow. Not all infant baptisms go like that.

The Beloved Lucy and I developed a daily exercise routine in which she faithfully worked through the song “Chicken Fat” with me, as well as another video exercise routine I was trying out. How many of you remember the song “Chicken Fat,” sung by Robert Preston? I was explaining to my daughter-in-law that this was used in our elementary school as exercise music and decided to go ahead and play it, and as it played, I figured I might as well go through the motions. Little did I know that Lucy would be such a good sport about doing the exercises with me.

Touch down every morning – ten times!
Not just now and then
Give that chicken fat back to the chicken
And don’t be chicken again
No, don’t be chicken again.

Those of you who know the song are singing along and I approve. It’s actually a pretty good workout, especially for this older lady. My “sit-ups” were more on the order of “roll-ups,” and my “push-ups” were of the wimpy kind, but I think my jumping jacks were as good as when I was a sprightly young lass. Lucy’s attempts to follow along were unspeakably adorable. I’m not sure her parents appreciate me adding the phrase “chicken fat” to her vocabulary, though.

We went to a zoo and a YUGE corn maze while we were in that part of the country. I’m not good at mazes, so my strategy is to make sure I don’t get separated from people who know where they’re going. But for that, I’d still be lost in that maze somewhere and you wouldn’t be reading this blog post.

I’ll tell more about our adventures in the next post.

If this doesn’t get lost in the Great Maze of Blog Posts, I’ll probably delete it in the morning.