Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho...It's off for fun we go!

Tomorrow morning Gilles and I along with John, Yvonne, Bill and Ann are heading south; destination - Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I've been looking forward to this trek for a little while now. Our plan is to attend "In the beginning - the Creation Story" at the outdoor theatre. The anticipation of lots of laughs, a break from routine and spending a relaxing time with Gilles and our good buddies have served as my distractions for this month. I am hoping I will endure the eight hour trip gracefully and that I won't be tossed out of the van for bad behaviour. I am actually feeling pretty good physically this week, although a little tired at times. Usually this week before the next chemotherapy treatment is a good one for me, so the timing of this play and our trip works.

As I pack my little roll along suitcase I smile as I think how nice it is not to have to pack bulky shampoo and conditioner bottles along with my hairdryer and special twirly hairbrushes. Instead I toss in a few hats. Sigh. I am getting used to being bald except everytime I pass a mirror I still scare myself. I popped in to see Colleen today. Colleen is the downtown hairdresser who I love. I asked her if she could give me a perm. She swatted me then gave me a hug. Everyone is so nice to me. :)

I guess my entourage does not mind hanging out with a bald old gal so for that, I am thankful. I hope I don't make too many people ill at ease as we travel onward this weekend. I think part of that is me, although I am amazed at the many different responses I get to my appearance. I think the best has to be the double takes when I am in a vehicle. I think people want a closer look to see if I am male or female. If they stare long enough, I usually wave. Then they get flustered and look away. The odd few wave back. :)

I wonder what will happen at the border. Is there any legislation banning baldies? I guess I will see. If they give me a hard time maybe I will fein sickness. Hopefully it won't be real. I guess we'll soon find out. Right now I am off to see if this body will lie still and drift into a relaxing REM state without a sleeping pill. Those wretched little yellow tablets typically knock my socks off the next day - a hangover that I don't need on an eight hour trip. So I am going to do my best.

Okay...let's think of something to sing. What's my favourite hymn? It is Well With My Soul...sing along with me...

"When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blessed assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul."

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