I just wanted to add that God is also a copilot of mine. I was remember yesterday that David's Mom always said to us when we left "Go with God." David would reply "If God is going, He is riding with me." Anyone who knows my husband's driving experiences in his younger days will certainly affirm that the fact he survived it was an act of God. You wouldn't even believe some of his stories but I have witnesses.

Not much time for posting, my Dad is in hospital with pneumonia and will be soon moving in with me. He's 93 and just can't live alone any longer. I'll have great material for my blog with our new adventures. He has wonderful stories to tell. It will be a big adjustment for all of us but it will be a very good thing. No more driving 150 miles to visit him. He has resisted this move; I've been trying for years to get him here but he knows it is time. He has a hard time getting meals and eating at regular times. He's lost a lot of weight and got sick as a result. We will enjoy cooking together. He makes a great "chore boy" in the kitchen, preparing all the veggies as we cook soup and stews.