The Sisterhood routinely endeavors to include pictures in our blog posts because we truly believe that " A Picture Tells a Thousand Words." This post in particular adheres to that principle, telling our story not only in words but also in multiple pictures and videos. Hopefully it will capture the essence of our Reunion 2022 and illustrate the joy, laughter and nonsense that was the heart and soul of our day. So grab a seat and your drink of choice, and get ready for an audio visual extravaganza!

We're so excited and we just can't hide it! This is it folks! The Sisterhood is about to meet in person. For the first time in "forever," we can say, "see you next week" and literally mean it. We only have the weekend together and a lot of territory to cover, so we need to be efficient and mindful of our timing, hence preparation is of the utmost importance.

We at the Sisterhood of the Travelling Shoes like to think of ourselves as a well oiled machine – organized and smooth running. But we all know that every machine has a breakdown from time to time and the Sisterhood is no exception – thus the “Almost ” in the title. You see, in my enthusiasm to celebrate reaching the 100 post milestone I somehow miscounted and it turns out that as of today we are at 93 posts… Being the flexible group that we are and determined not to lose sight of the fact that 93 posts is an accomplishment worth celebrating too, it seemed a good time to…

Recently Little Sis, the only sister still gainfully employed, had the opportunity to apply for a new job. She detailed the interview process at our latest Sisterhood planning meeting and as is often the case, it resulted in a marathon analytical session with Big and Middle offering their thoughts.

Technology is here to stay no matter how hard I try to fight it. I try to pay cash as much as I can, and I sometimes pay bills on line, but will often go in person to pay a bill. I still listen to my cassette tapes, but I have an iPod too, so you can see my dilemma. I am a combination of loving technology and absolutely hating it. I am stuck in the middle, or as the Bon Jovi song says, "I'm half way there."

Life is funny, isn't it. Especially the aging part. Days slip by without you realizing that time is creeping up on you and then one day reality hits. A body part starts to signal that things are, to put it delicately, declining. It's inevitable but it still surprises. Imagine my surprise then when seemingly out of nowhere, one of my feet started to be "a bit bothersome."

Give me a blanket, a warm drink, a good book and a weekend full of nothing to do and you have found my happy place.