Lost In A Small PA Town

Snippets of my life withOUT a live-in lover and her elderly father that just moved in.(again!)(Now it's out again, oh that revolving door!) Letting go of old feelings and seeking out new ones.

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Location: Christmas Tree Capital, Western PA

Where being Lost takes on a whole new meaning..

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Trip; too quick

Quick trip to Canada; left on Wednesday at 8am and returned Thursday at 9pm. We left sunny skies in Pa to hit rain at Buffalo.. Miserable cold rain and high winds. The kind of high winds that make you grip the steering for the white knuckle effect. Especially on the Sky Way bridge in St. Catharines, Ont.
Lover got blood work done, then we headed back to Niagara Falls to the Super 8. Hunger hit us; got a pizza and crashed for awhile. The weather wasn't good for boat watching and by 7pm I was getting antsy to get out of the room. Lover was still sound asleep; so I nudged him to tell him, I was going out. He knew I was headed to the Casino. My luck came and went at the Fallsview, but I enjoyed just being out amoung a crowd. They had a great band playing oldies and I relaxed while being there. Looked at my watch and thought how time flies. It was 1am and (we) had to be up early to go to a doctors appointment, so time to leave the bright lights and the activity and get back to the 8. So after alittle sleep for me; it was time to get up and get going. A bright sunny day greeted us; still rather cold and we're off to the doctor. Did some business and crossed the border by 12. Stopped at the Seneca Casino in Niagara Falls, NY to eat and an hour of play. Then headed towards home. Ellicottville,NY is a resort town: as the picture shows still has some base snow on the slopes and flowers blooming in the valley. The shops are too pricey for me; but the tourist go gagah over it. On to Salamanca and another hour of play and gas. By 9pm we pulled in the driveway safe and sound. Only to open the door to a blasting tv and the my kitchen is a wreck, newspapers spread out on the dining room table, a trial of cookie crumbs to the sunroom and my dad half asleep in the recliner. Now I know I'm home...did I even leave?

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