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Got up early for all the prayer threads before the dog trainer (who is also my cellist) arrived at 11:00 to train Penny (and ME!) to walk nice so I will prevent further injury from the dear girl (70 lb pit bull) lunging.

Penny was SO good that our session ended early and Lynnette didn’t take my money and said I could just buy her a drink next time we play together. So far So Good.

Since the session ended early, I walked over to my sister’s house to visit. Her husband opened the door a crack and said she was sleeping, so I went home, saddled up the Harley and went out for a ride.

30 miles south, my brother was in the process of moving so I rode there to help in any way I could unloading boxes, etc. His fiance was the only one home, and she was on the phone and ignored me. So I washed the dishes, dried them and put them away. Then she got off the phone and said she had “paperwork to do” and “I should get back on my bike and enjoy the afternoon”. (sigh) Ok.

So then I drove down the street to my other brother’s house. My S-I-L was raking and had no intention of socializing. So I trimmed a few branches and was back on the Harley again.

By now, I was pretty close to Cape Cod, so I rode around, doing a little sightseeing. I was tempted to go SE and cross the Sagamore Bridge onto the Cape, but it was getting very raw and cold so I headed back. I stopped for something to eat, and then went home. I was feeling very rejected, having visited no fewer than three relatives and being turned away each time.

However, there is nothing more solitary than riding a bike on a country road. No radio, no distractions, just vigilance and skill and one’s own thoughts. So I started to pray to the thrum of the engine, the open road, the smell of lilacs and dogwood, and the damp cold wind in my face.

All in all, it’s been a good day!