I blog from the castle. This is my second trip to New York and likewise, the second time I have met Vito. I wish it were under better circumstances, but we are doing just fine in our adjustment.

It has rained three times since I arrived in New York. I hope some of this rain follows me back to Omaha. Joe tells me that the garden, herbs, and flowers have all succumbed to the heat and drought while I was away and unable to water. I will just have to content myself to enjoy the 'city that makes its own gravy' when it rains (Jomaha's saying.)

I, too, applaud the sacrifice that Vinny and Marie made to come to New York. It took real courage and it makes me proud to know such fine people. I am honored to be counted as one of a family that shows such dedication and loving concern to each other. I have tears in my eyes as I type this which is not unusual anytime I think of the FLorida contingent of the clan.

Supper time beckons me to do my thing at the stove so that John and Vito have a family meal. Tonight it is chicken and homemade noodles which I will blog to the table after I return to the prairie.

My love and prayers are with you all.