One of many randoms: Gospel #5

In January, my mom dropped a real gem in my inbox, after we'd recently returned from a great trip to Patagonia together.

From BioBio Patagonia

On our last day in Argentina, on our way home, my mom's bag was stolen from the hotel. Big bummer. In the end we were glad it was hers, not mine, where I'd irresponsibly left my passport. This bit of background provides some context for the purchases and missings noted below:

"My six-day headache is almost gone, so I think my brain tumor is shrinking. (I need a new alternator.)

My sprained ankle from tripping in tall grass in someone else's unsecured sandals is better.

I had to buy a comb and nail clippers and tweezers.

I'm saddest about my perfect down coat and old Columbia khakis and brand new Columbia white blouse from the BA airport (!).

And Gaza is burning. WHAT am I talking about?

What are you going to do Monday, on the new National Day of Service?

ilu and apparently needed some attention."

At least she's honest.