We’re getting ready to go on a two week vacation. We haven’t gone on a vacation in a while. And 2 weeks? Never heard of such a thing! Terri’s boss relies on her. I sometimes joke that her boss is Sigourney Weaver and she’s Melanie Griffith, from “Working Girl”. So for Terri to disappear for a few days, let alone 2 weeks, well, you get the picture.
And one of the things that I’m doing to prepare for the trip is to get the truck in good condition; clean it, make sure the oil is up to snuff, check the fluids and tires, get it tuned up, and do every other normal interaction that takes place between a car and a car-guy.
On a side note: That’s something that my kids just don’t understand. And never will. It seems that with the advent of computers and cell phones and all the other tech-stuff, there are no more “car-guys” any more. And that’s a shame.
Anyway, getting back. Once the truck has been sufficiently groped and prodded, I plan to sit down and write out a temporary itinerary. I know there are certain times and instances we need to be at specific places; like on 17 November we need to be in Blacksburg, Virginia, because we have tickets for the UNC vs Virginia Tech football game; and on 20 November we need to be in Chapel Hill, because we have tickets to the UNC Basketball game at the Dean Dome; and we need to be in New York by Thanksgiving – no, there’s no UNC game in NY that day – well, not that I know of, anyway.
And because there are friends and family along the way, I would like to try and fit at least a few of them into our schedule so we can see as many as possible, not knowing when we will be out that way again.
And that’s where things got funny. I sat back, while looking at Google Maps, and thought about they way things were back then. You know what I mean by “back then.” I was thinking about how I used to think about what was going to happen and how I would write a “script” for all of it.
Oh, c’mon: I would come home and she would be mad; and she would say this and I would say this; and she would say this and I would say this; and she would say this or this – and I would answer this. Then she would do this and I would say this; and she would say this or this, and I would say this. Then she would say this, I would say this, and it would be over.
So I’d come home and she would be mad; but damn it, the bitch forgot her lines!
Not today, thank you!
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