We were up at the crack of dawn and went to Mary’s physical therapy class. She was pulled and stretched and had more available motion than the therapist expected; we are starting out well.
We returned home and freshened up before the Silver Fox jetted onto the freeway for our 90-mile trip to Simi Valley.
The traffic was acceptable!
When we arrived, we took to the main entrance and saw the railway car; it was an “advertisement” for the upcoming Auschwitz” display planned in March.
We plan to see it, although we expect it to be sad!
As soon as we entered, we got greeted by the family.
The statues were lifesize; the other subjects were not!
Come and see the entire visit at http://www.lilesnet.com/reagan_library/2023-01-24/index.htm.
Mary gave a short speech to a rousing crowd o supporters! I was in my cheerleading outfit (speedos and a sequined top spelling out “I vote for Mary”). She didn’t even point to me and mention we were married.
“I want two chickens in every garage and Joe Biden in the pot!”
Colleen followed up the speech with some statements about the current “leadership.” It was mostly censored. We redacted the address and ended up with a slimy black piece of paper! We will send that to Joe, so he knows what we think!
Give them hell, Colleen!!
We wandered around the museum for another few hours and took 5,550 steps! The girls wanted to go horseback riding, and I guess they got into the country life feeling after seeing and reading about President Reagan’s love for horses.
Giddy up, horsey!
I followed behind with a roll-around dustbin and a broom; guess what my job was?
Yo! Wait for me!!
We finished the tour by going to the air museum and walking through Air Force One.
The crew is ready for takeoff!!
An imposing machine.
“Come on in!”
“Let me out!!”
The air museum was quite interesting as I spent time in the communications room examining the KG’s.
Ossifer, I didn’t do it!
Our trip home was two and a half hours; the 405 was running along at nine miles per hour for the entire valley and up t Long Beach. We got home at 7:00 PM after a glass of wine; we hit the sack!
