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DAY 124
Thursday August 2nd
Fort Wayne, IN to Indianapolis, IN
What a difference a day makes!
Before I had got round to showering this morning, I had learnt that Nina had landed safely at Manchester Airport, I had sorted out the problem with the car rental company, and....
At this point, I must refer you back to day 79, when I was travelling through California with Sal, and I wrote, "In about four weeks' time, I will be able to tell you why Harrison, California will be forever in our memory, but for the time being it's a secret."
Well, it's taken 45 days, a bit longer than four weeks, but now I can tell. For those who don't know, for the past couple of years my daughter Anya, and her husband Tim have been trying to adopt a child. 45 days ago we received a |
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phone call to say that they had been allocated a child, but were sworn to secrecy, as things can always go wrong.
But today they went right, and I am very happy and very proud to welcome to our family Miss Joanna Gulliver, aged around fourteen weeks. Mother and baby are fine; father required seven stitches to his wallet.
This morning I discovered a strange thing about travelling alone. You can cope with the bad times. You just sit in your room, eat crap food, blow your nose a lot and go to sleep. But when you get good news, you have no one to share it with. So I jumped up and down a bit, and told the woman at the car rental company, who was very pleased for me!
I followed this with a nice breakfast, and proceeded to the park for today's game, Fort Wayne Wizards v Beloit Snappers. The stadium was fairly nondescript, but was set in a park, which had a camping area, a welcome green spot in the middle of an urban sprawl. The day was hot, in the nineties, but was also humid, so within minutes of finding my seat I was wringing wet.
Still bursting with the news, I decided to phone cousin Pam in Virginia Beach, because I knew she would be happy and make all the right noises. She was, and she did! That's what family's for!
The game was entertaining, and was the story of missed opportunity, a common story in sport. The visitors put seventeen men on base, but only managed one run, while the home team only had ten runners, but brought two of them home to win 2-1.
Today's drive to Indianapolis was only 137 miles, two hours down the interstate. But a traffic accident and roadworks conspired to turn it into three. But I found the hotel easily, and was delighted to see a Red Lobster almost opposite; a good place to celebrate.
I feel ridiculously smug entering the restaurant, but my waitress refuses to engage me in conversation, so I celebrate quietly with some good seafood and a bottle of wine. Lots of you were in my thoughts. I hope you don't mind, but I had to drink your wine for you. |
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