A Border Crossing with clarity. . .

With much trepidation...angst...and all the words that express what I felt the first time attempt to cross the border on Sept 10. 2015.  I was on an Amtrak train to Montreal.  The border crossing was just outside of Plattsburgh, New York.  I was pulled off the train for answering some standard questions honestly.  Did I send packages up to Canada?  Yes we were told by Immigration we could do that.  WRONG!  Misinformation haunted us time and again.

Pulled off the train.  Was on the USA side of the border waiting for a bus back to Plattsburgh.  Then had to find a hotel.  One across the street from the bus drop off.  RipVanWinkle motel. And the next day walking across the parking lot....was a tall bald headed man....Mr B.

Oh our story has so many twists and turns and unbelievable challenges.  Next border crossing was slightly different.  Married to Mr B.  Flight to Edmonton from Billings, Montana.  Immigration had a flag on my passport - yup when I couldn't enter in Sept of 2015.  This was now May 17, 2016.  Mr B was waiting for me just beyond the immigration area.  Questioned for over an hour, explaining and then they went to talk to Mr B.

Finally....passed thru the doors of immigration into the arms of my Mr B.

Experiences are the ground work of how we react.  In my case, the experiences I had crossing the border.  Now 2019 and necessity was the ground work for another crossing.  The first border crossing since 2016.  Yes now I am a permanent resident of Canada.  I still felt vulnerable and fear was part of that experience.  The difference this time - Mr B was with me.  It was our first plane trip together.  I still had angst.

A rainy day in Minnesota.  We broke thru the clouds and there it was MSP (Minneapolis-StPaul Minnesota airport).  Tears.  Unexpected tears flowed freely.  I was overwhelmed.  Perhaps I never felt I would be back in Minnesota.  But here I am Mr B by my side.  We have landed!


You are in the Studio with Mrs B. . .

Fall means change....and more .....simply more...

I look at my hands.  Still very small.  Always said I had kids hands.  Now they are only slightly wrinkled but the age spots are very prevalent.  Sign of ageing.  Still small.  Still not fleshy.  Definitely aged.  Or do we call it seasoned now?  I grapple with growing old.  Yes OLD.  Now do not get me wrong - I do NOT feel old.  Yes, my body has been thru H E double hockey sticks.  And some may say I am NOT healthy but I will take issue with that.  BIG TIME!  I have done everything humanly possible to find the right doctor.  The right tests.  The right everything.  So where did I go wrong?  or did I?

Fall means seasons changing....life changing?  sigh....my life is in transition.

You are in the Studio with Mrs. B