Of Sickness and Jammin'

Last night's events were a new experience for Brian and I.  A sudden circumstance that a parent dreads and hopes to never deal with.  And possibly the longest night of my life.  Worse than even labor.

Just as Brian and I settled down for the night, began to relax and talk, we heard this horrible gurgling sound, looking at each other in bewilderment and horror.  That led to rapidly turning on the lights, running for towels and buckets, and getting bath water warm.  Throughout the course of the night, Greg threw up by turns, and we tried to keep him calm and cleaned up.  We were thankful for the sleep we did get, that he got sick here and not the airplane, and that he was just fine today...except a bit more tired than usual.

The highlight of today was going to St. Thomas Roasters.  It's a local coffee shop where the owner roasts his own beans.  I grew up going there.  Quaint little shop.  Small, cute, old.  Smells like the dark, musky aroma of coffee beans from numerous countries.  The aura wafts over you as you enter the building.  You see coffee everywhere.  Pure love.  Tasty delight.

Tonight there was a local group of elderly gentlemen who entertained us with old songs, some of which they composed.  Guitar, mandolin, banjo, harmonica, dulcimer, auto harp, and singing.  I didn't know a harmonica could do the things the guy did with it.  Not professional, but just good ol' jammin' by a group of musicians having fun with each other.  Old friendships.  It was a great way to end the day.  Relaxation. (We left Greg in bed with Auntie Gayle)

 The shop!

 Our local entertainment.

The coffee roaster!

Family.

Smiles!