Emotions and Aging Bodies
A Personal Essay
Hello beloved reader,
After leaving our home in New Hampshire on Saturday February 22nd, I arrived at Sydney Airport at 6:00 a.m. on Tuesday the 25th.
Before we travel in winter, we have to blow the water out of the pipes in our log cabin so they don’t freeze and burst while we’re away. It’s a time-consuming process, and we didn’t want to do it on the morning of our flight—especially with a 1.5-hour drive to Boston ahead of us. So my sweet husband and partner-in-life took care of this work on Saturday morning. Then we parked our car in Nashua, took the bus to Boston, and spent a night at the Revolution Hotel. Sometimes I think I like to stay at the Revolution Hotel just because of its name—especially in times like these.
Jamie flew to Florida to watch our 6'7" nephew play baseball in the Yankee farm league, while I flew from Boston to Dallas, then endured the 17-hour flight to Sydney to spend time with my 87-year-old mother and my 52-year-old sister, who lives right next door. My sister …