Another lonnnnnnnnnnnng driving day. We left Valdosta and went through many states, about forty I think, and some of them several times. Georgia, Florida, Alabama - well, just scribble over that part of the country with a crayon and you'll hit the places we were.
The notable thing today was weather. I noticed the same thing passing through Georgia the OTHER way - there's some amazing rain. For example, you got your mist, and your drizzle, and your sprinkle, and your rain, and then you move on into heavy rain, and downpour, and buckets, and torrents - keep going, and you'll get to Georgia. That's how it is.
Weirdly enough, everyone slows down to 20 mph and puts on their emergency flashers and keeps going. Until it gets worse, and and goes into Can. Not. See. A. Thing. type rain, Then they keep their flashers on and pull over to the side of the road, so you have a long line of cars pulled over ON THE FREEWAY, all flashing and waiting for it to let up a little bit so they can proceed. Having seen this coming AND going, I have to believe they all keep needlepoint projects and worthy nonfiction books in their glove compartments, since it seems so matter-of-fact here.
So we drove through that and on out the other side, stopping for lunch in a tiny little one-block town cafe where everyone said hello to us as they came in. I ate a grouper sandwich and sweet potato fries, following my habit of ordering Weird Food I Don't Have At Home. Tonight, though, tonight - well, M managed to drive us to within spitting distance of New Orleans, bless him, and he's not feeling well tonight, so we ate Taco Bell. But hey - it was Taco Bell within sight of New Orleans, which is NOT the same. It's NOT.
I'll close with some accumulated notes of my desktop. The trip HAS taught me a thing or two.
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Clean is relative. There's clean, and really clean, and clean enough, which is yesterday's clothes if you haven't done wash. Or the coffee cup that got rinsed out with cold water and no soap. And you give in to the fact that there's lot of West Texas on the floor and that it'll sneak back in just as quick as you can sweep it out.
Douglas Adams was right about the towel.
Hot is relative. There's hot, and really hot, which means I can't stand it and let's go down to Pam's and sit in her air conditioning, and then there's Texas hot, which is a different animal. Texas hot means you must shoot someone immediately. I get the whole handgun thing better now.
If you don't read the toothpaste label, you will have to learn to love Pink Bubblegum.
Don't put cut melon in a camper refrigerator that's cooled with block ice and then drive through the desert thinking you'll get ice in the NEXT town, because you won't and you'll be sorry. Bitterly sorry. And don't say I didn't tell you.
The next town isn't any bigger.
It is possible to sweat way more then you drink, but it makes you dizzy.
It doesn't get any better than this. Eat now.
That whole I-hate-wind-in-my-hair thing? So over it.
I will never say a bad thing about Verizon again. It's been the most useful thing on this trip. Second most useful? My travel coffee maker. Then the high velocity fan M threw in at the last minute, the drying rack I made for the closet, and of course the tool kits.
Sleep knits up a whole lot of raveled sleeves.
Put it away. For God's sake, put it away now. You'll never remember that you put it THERE.
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There you have it: the sum total of my wisdom, today. And now I am away to knit that sleeve. New Orleans tomorrow!
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