Better Than Your Average Travel Experience

          Strange things—and also wonderful—will happen to you if you travel enough.
          I suppose they will also happen to you if you live enough, but I seem to find mine at the other end of the road from home.
          An example? Last week, K and I traveled to the exotic lands of northern Utah. We've been there before. We used to live there. We knew what to expect, which this time included the strains of "Pomp and Circumstance," cake, champagne, one giddily happy graduate, and her proud family. Hugs. Congratulations. Lots of photos. More cake. In addition to the usual gorgeous mountains.
          What we didn't expect—or at least I didn't—was that I would acquire a godmother.
          I've always wanted one.

My godmother, some random RenFest executioner dude, and my sister,
still trying to recover from the fright Random Executioner
had just worked on her.

          In addition to being unflapped by scary faceless strangers in scarlet hoods, she is an utter pro at godmothering. The first thing she asked me was if I had a King James bible. Because if not, she was going to get one for me, right away, so I could commence my religious education. At the ripe old age of a lot closer to 50 than I really care to think about.
          I assured her that I did indeed possess a bible of that breed. And I allowed that I might have read some of it, too.
          And now I must away to read up on the duties of a goddaughter. (I mean, besides being religiously educated so Godmother doesn't have to worry about me burning in Hell.) Because the road I took to Utah last week led me right to a delightful godmother, and I want to make sure I do right by her.