over the ocean and through the air...

... to Mom and Dad's house we go.

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane...
from Port-au-Prince

 It was 30 degrees when I left Port-au-Prince, although it had been in the 20 degree range at night.  It was in the twenties when I arrived in Michigan, too.   Of course, there is the little twist of one being Celsius and the other Fahrenheit, but never mind. 

It's so good to see my parents.  I'm hoping to make myself thoroughly useful to them while here, although so far it's been limited to dishes, laundry, and the like.  I'm planning to do some chauffeuring and help Mom with some projects - and anything else that looks likely.  Such a gift to be able to do so.  Actually, it is a gift, literally - the ticket was a birthday present for Dad from my two sisters.  I'm so grateful for them all.  Grateful, too, to the Sisters, who let me go. 

Michigan squirrels on a cold day