February 12, 2004

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  The little town of Rissington                                           Photo and enhancement by Chris Duffy

  
  

  See the river in this picture?  They called it a river, but honestly, it was only about 12 inches deep.  I’ve seen wading pools deeper than that.   There were ducks everywhere and they were loving the water.   One nice thing about this trip is that we can go anywhere we want to and stay as long or as short as we want to and not have to worry about whether the other couple is bored or tired or hungry, because this time . . . it’s just the two of us. 

  
  

  I can’t believe how quickly this week is going.  I’m not complaining mind you.  Heavens no.  I just hope the week end doesn’t go by as quickly.  We’re going to San Antonio for my son’s birthday and I’d hate for it to be over before we even get started.  It’s a 5 hour trip so we’ll be leaving very early Saturday morning and only time will tell how well we do on our diets while we’re on the road.  We’re trying the South Beach diet don’t you know, so we’ll take a bunch of the little cheese stick snacks with us instead of stopping for latte’s and cream horns.   We won’t make a big issue of it while we’re at their house if they serve something that we’re not supposed to eat. . . like potatoes, or rice, or bread or chocolate cake with butter cream icing. (sigh)  We’ll just take small helpings if that does happen.

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