Ah, the joys of traveling west to east. My body clock ticks along on Pacific time and while my mind attempts vainly to convince it otherwise, the old bod thinks it’s only 11 p.m. (a perky hour for a night owl). The wee hours loom. We arise at 6:30 to head for Olean, New York, to visit my maternal relatives. Ugh! I’m going to be toast tomorrow<\/strike> later.<\/p>\n
After an overnight in Olean, we’ll travel back to the Finger Lakes region, where I’ll be be deposited at my sister’s home for an overnight there. In addition to sister-bonding, I’ll visit with a neighbor child whom my sister mentors, and who thinks of my sister as an aunt. I’ve been peripherally involved in this girl’s life since she was about six (sending books to read, being a penpal), and she’s 14 now. She just started high school and is earnestly setting her goals for college. I will nurture that dream as much as I can in one evening. And there will be girly talk too, I’m sure.<\/p>\n
Thus, the laptop shall remain behind. I’ll perhaps return to it Sunday when my sister and I get back to Syracuse. Or not. There are things to do, places to go. And I’m on dial-up service<\/em>, which moves at a slower speed than evolution<\/em>. Drives me nuts. How to you web-surfers without DSL or cable modem stand it?! <\/p>\n Enjoy your weekend, peoples. I’ll post again in a few days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ah, the joys of traveling west to east. My body clock ticks along on Pacific time and while my mind attempts vainly to convince it otherwise, the old bod thinks it’s only 11 p.m. (a perky hour for a night owl). The wee hours loom. We arise at 6:30 to head for Olean, New York, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1110","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1110","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1110"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1110\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10921,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1110\/revisions\/10921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynpetroharper.com\/mindfullife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}