We arrived at 1:30 p.m. today. Tucson was 72 degrees, blue skies, no wind. Stan rolled down the window and hung his arm out for a while, just because he could.
Got the stuff moved into the house, got this PC up and running and got the Magic Jack free phone hooked up to supplement the cell phones.
Birdie loves it here already, but she's presently doing a timeout in her kennel. Too much excitement.
The drive was uneventful, just the way we like it. Met some folks over breakfast in Alamagordo this morning who know the Rolfsruds from Alex. "Well, that's all of us, then," Stan said in his best Minnesootan. Turns out the woman's late mother (a Mrs. Schubert from Parkers Prairie) had been written up big time in the Park Region Echo newspaper when Dad wrote his weekly personal column years ago.
The daughter obviously never forgot it and said so over bagels, orange juice and coffee in the motel's free breakfast room.
Actually, that's not all of us. Don't forget the Halvor North Dakota Rolfsruds too. And we just got an email here about Cousin Erika Rolfsrud, our star of stage and screen. Stan would open it and display it here, but he hasn't been able to crack the software code on the email sent to him by her proud papa Arnold Rolfsrud in Washington State. Stan'll check Erika's web site instead soon and get back to you on her new role.
Much to do. All good.
Stan and Kathleen
(Oh yes, One more thought while driving on the flattest road in the world, Highway 54 through Kansas: "Why call it a hot water heater. Isn't it a cold water heater? --- And shouldn't that be the flattest road ON the world?)
