Other little things that mean alot
There we were in Rockdale, our last day, trying to get the heck out of Dodge, (or the Kozy Kountry Inn, or something awful, and it was an awful Inn) and someone, by mistake, locked the doors to the rental car. Fortunately, my father taught me to leave the window slightly down in very hot weather, so I had actually left a large “crack,” since we were parked in front of our room, and we were about to start packing the car. Since Sarah’s arms are the longest, she tried to reach the button to unlock the door, but not long enough, and she is just getting over the bruise that caused. But Elinor rigged up some yarn with a slip knot and “lassooed” the button, tightened up the slip, and pulled the button up! Amazing. See, all that yarn was a good thing. Ann
T-minus one day…
Ann here: I’ve run all the errands I can think of, and I still have piles of stuff around the house. It’s still just a matter of committing to the things in the piles. Tom is off at a repair place to get this last thing looked at…some glitch in the homemade wiring that is not letting the other battery talk to the rest of the electrical needs in side. We were planning on “camping” the first night anyway. And we all need to lose a little weight…And we’re going to visit friends at a lake in two days. So we’ll be clean. Thanks for the info on Asheville, Deborah. Elinor has her yarn stores mapped out, and I just found three bead stores! Plus my grandfather is buried there, whether we visit him is still up for grabs. I just did a practice ride on a bicycle to the bank and back. Sheesh. After the first fall, it was ok. But I have forgotten how much ones sweats in B’more humidity. A woman in the bank said how much she liked my hat, and I’m thinking, “I hope I have this bike helmet thing on right.” Hopefully, I’ll be more graceful on my own bicycle, rather than Elinor’s.
pre trip thoughts day -2
Yesterday Tom spent part of the day figuering out the batteries and the holding tanks. Amazing. And most of the neighborhood took a tour through it at the 200 Woodlawn Fourth of July party. I have small piles of things to pack all over the house. I hope I remember to pick up and stash them in the Cacafuego on that hopefully cool and slightly over cast Tuesday morning when we are packing. Who am I kidding, this is Balitmore and it will be 90 degrees, hazy, hot, and humid at 7am the morning we want to pack and leave? Today is a day of visiting a museum with family members and then running errands, like maybe getting that folding dish drainer from Ikea. Sarah should arrive home around midnight tonight and then a whole new level of excitement will be added. That’s all my thoughts for now. COFFEE….
