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[lsanderson]

We left the house around 7:45, got to the airport, went to the wrong gate (the one NWA printed on the boarding pass) and ran across the airport to the right gate. Got on the plane and sat on the runway waiting for them to de-ice the wings.

We got into Bismarck about 20 minutes late. Myra was still waiting. We hoped in and she drove to their new place. Scott and Karen had arrived from Fargo, and Judy & her mother were there as well. We ate shortly afterwards. Turkey, rice, tons of olives, veggies, it was great. I'd brought a bottle of Zinfandel that I bought last year for the Thanksgiving at my aunt's. It was just after she was diagnosed with ALS and it wasn't a very happy time. The Zin, however, was excellent. My sister had brought two pies, one pumpkin, and one pecan. Some of us ate some of each. It was, of course, too much but fun anyway. Afterwards, we didn't do much.

Myra, Karen, and I had a massive autographing session signing the paperwork to being transferring the estate. Afterwards, we made turkey sandwiches. My sister and Scott left for Fargo, and after a bit, Myra dropped us off at the airport where we waited a bit for the plane. We walked down the stairs, out on the tarmac, and up the plane's stairs to get into it. It was a turboprop, noisy, and full of vibration, but we made it back to our fair cities a bit early, although we wandered extensively around the airport trying to get from the B concourse to the A4 Green parking ramp.

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Hello, and Jamaica

[markiv1111.livejournal.com]

Got your answer to my post -- I think "Negril on Jamaica" sounds marvelous, and Louie is checking up on that today, possibly now even as I write. We're also considering Puerto Rico, though. (I've got a bit of an itch to see Puerto Rico's three major towns and to drive around the island some, maybe -- almost certainly -- brushing up some on my Spanish as I go). Note: I was a bit surprised to find you and me so close in age (I was born August 11, 1949) and it looked as though you and I have a lot of interests in common, though you listed so many I'm not even sure I scanned them all. Thanks for the tip on the resort, and I'll keep you posted. (Another sad one, though: You mentioned the aunt being diagnosed with ALS. A woman I used to be involved with, one Linda Ann Moss, has been diagnosed with ALS quite recently; I don't know if she needs anything from the human beings in her life, but it does sound scary and I need to let her know that her friends are not going to desert her because of her illness.)

Re: Hello, and Jamaica

[lsanderson.livejournal.com]

ALS Association. ALS Association. Plus one of the world's leading ALS clinics is in downtown Mpls.

We were at Sandy Bay (Beaches). I was impressed, not just that the food and booze wuz good, but that the people around, when they were not trying to sell you weed or their virgin sister, friend, grandmother, and aunt, were actually pretty friendly.

Re: Hello, and Jamaica

[lsanderson.livejournal.com]

With your friend, the disease progresses at the rate it progresses at. If it starts fast, it continues fast. If it starts slow, it continues slow. -- with the caveat that by the time nerve damage is visible, the body has been repairing damage for so long that the progress is quicker.

My aunt lived for 11 months after the diagnosis, or 2 years after the first symptoms appeared.

Will, Power of Attorney, Living Will, Medical Directives, all become imperative.