We have angel trumpets in the back yard. They are large, white, bell-shaped flowers that bloom for one day then wilt. The flowers are apparently poisonous. Cats and raccoons stay clear away and so should kids.
I like to attribute the appearances of a yellow finch and a chickadee, my all-time favourite birds, to the angel trumpets. I like to think the trumpets have called them into our garden. I like to think angels are guarding our house and watching over us.
I want to think this because I've just confirmed my flight to India. I leave October 3 and am booked to return October 31, with an option to extend my stay. My ticket is good for one year. Hmm, a year in India...
I'm told that on the road to Delhi, foreign guests will have handwashing access to water only. That's how I will brush my teeth, bathe, wash my hair, and wash my clothes. Washrooms may mean behind a rock. I will really have to keep up with those kegel exercises to reduce the need for washroom breaks. Good thing I am back in pilates this month. I can carry a small knapsack on the march. Will I fit in travel documents, books, clothing, extra shoes, toiletry, medication, skin care products, make up, and perfume? The temperature is expected to be between 28C and 30C during the 30 days of the march. No daily showers, eh?
I hope the road to Delhi will not be one of those places where angels fear to tread. In fact, I hope one of those angels with the trumpets leave the garden and follow me to India.
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This means that you'll miss our pumpkin carving party this year. Please make sure the The Man and Beagle come if they wish.
I can't describe how envious I am of your adventure. I will have to work hard to lose as much weight as you will while you are away.
Yes, may the angels guide you. Congrats on making the courageous decision to go.
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