Tuesday, September 22, 2015
“If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.” ― Peter Shaffer
Traveling long distances is never going to be one of my most fun things to do, but circumstances (God) sometime dictate that you do some things you ordinarily wouldn’t. I vastly underestimated jet lag and its effects on me and am only now beginning to get back into the swing of things. My son and his wife have been absolutely fabulous to me, and I couldn’t ask for better care. We have yet to begin the doctor visits because of the jet lag, but Brenda is making appointments today. I don’t know if everyone knows this, but there are MILLIONS of people in New York City and most of them don’t speak to each other (although they do yell). I am still uncomfortable brushing my teeth with water from the sink (hope I don’t get used to it), but by and large, I am adjusting. Chris asked me if I wanted a piece of pizza warmed up and I said, “How?” Something called a microwave. They also have these little things attached to the walls that let you adjust the temperature—who’d a thought of that? Oh, and if you want a pizza, someone will bring it to your door and then go away without wanting to eat with you. Amazing. I have my own room and both cats like me enough to share it with me. I don't know how to turn on the television and don’t have a phone that works here, but am told the phone thing will be fixed today (in case I wander off). Just sharing stories with family I haven’t seen in years has been incredible fun—I recommend it to everyone. Each new day brings new things here, just like in Bunda, so I will adjust. I thank God and all those who have been and are praying for me and urge you not to stop. It’s hard to feel down when so many are lifting you up. Thank you and God bless you. More news tomorrow.