We were driving home from D.C. when all of a sudden we stop. I asked why. Mom said we had a flat tire. We all got out of the car and Grandma took us up the hill to the shade. She made us sit on blankets because we'd get chigger bites. By the time she had finished her "chigger-bites-will-itch" speech, Rose was so scared of chiggers she was crying (also partly from the heat and humidity). Finally, a tow truck got here. Rose fell asleep. Ruth asked for a fan to fan Rose. By now, all the adults were talking to the tow truck guy. Ruth started fanning her. Grandma stormed up the hill screaming at Ruth not to wake her up (which had more chances of doing so). Fortunately, the sound was muffled by the sound of cars. The tow truck guy towed away our van. Rose is still asleep. The car was parked next to a dead deer (we didn't run over it, mind you. This was a long-dead deer.). There is a fly on my notebook. Ugh. How long 'til the cab gets here?!?! Mom said if I write this she will post it on her blog. (she has a blog?!?) Dad passed out books. I say no thanks. I want to write. After I am done writing this, I will return to my story about Nita the elf. How many minutes have passed?!?!?!? Ugh. I'm hot. I reached over to shoo a cricket off the (still) sleeping Rose. I picked some queen Anne's lace for mom. There is now a cricket on my notebook. 100,000,000 cars passing and not one of them is the cab. THE CAB IS HERE!!!! HALLELUJAH! It is blue. I have never been so overjoyed to see a cab!!! We are in the cab now. Dad tells the driver where we want to go. The cab driver is from Africa. The air conditioning feels soooooooooo good. I will probably not be able to finish my summer reading now that we're gonna be late. Right now I don't care. I think I'm gonna follow Rose's example.... (zzzzz)
[On our return trip, we blew a tire about 90 minutes from home on a major freeway. The tow truck couldn't accommodate 7 of us, so we had to call a cab as well. Fortunately, the tire was repairable and after about a 3 hour delay, we got back on the road again. But it was quite an adventure overall - big POP, my cell was dead, very decayed deer body, wheel locks that we couldn't get off so we couldn't change the tire ourselves.... We do nothing half way!]
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Notes from the Road
The grand trip has kicked off. The Grand Trip of Family Togetherness. In other words, 7 of us all in our van together for 10 hours. We met up for May's concert. Then to kick off, we loaded our van with Grandma & Grandpa's stuff at the peak of low blood sugar. And headed off to Panera. Though it was a challenge, I'm happy to say that those first five minutes with all of us in the van went okay. And then we'd fueled up with dinner so life could run smoothly at least until the first call of dying-of-thirst. (-: All in together. We fit without luggage rack bag. Going to get to our hotel about 11.
We left late in the day, after May 9.11 performed in a concert that was the end of her week of youth choir camp. So we hadn't really gone far before we were approaching and passing bedtime. Not surprisingly, the day had been hectic and exhausting, so Rose 3.7 was tired. Spitz and Grandpa were singing to her. They sing lots of folk songs and silly kids songs. They started in on some classic about the hole in the bottom of the sea. You know, the one filled with a log that has on it a bump and then on the bump is a frog, with a wart.... Ruth 7.2 yelled, "reality check!"
Rose says, "I'm tired!" over and over in a completely unreasonable tone. Tell her to close her eyes and rest. She says, "I'm still tired." Grandpa and Spitz sing. She says, "I'm still tired." Keep singing. 10 pm and she's holding on due to a late afternoon nap. And Grandpa is still singing. And now the complaints of I'm tired are straight out yells. That's a good sign she will soon drop off. Goodnight, lovey.
We left late in the day, after May 9.11 performed in a concert that was the end of her week of youth choir camp. So we hadn't really gone far before we were approaching and passing bedtime. Not surprisingly, the day had been hectic and exhausting, so Rose 3.7 was tired. Spitz and Grandpa were singing to her. They sing lots of folk songs and silly kids songs. They started in on some classic about the hole in the bottom of the sea. You know, the one filled with a log that has on it a bump and then on the bump is a frog, with a wart.... Ruth 7.2 yelled, "reality check!"
Rose says, "I'm tired!" over and over in a completely unreasonable tone. Tell her to close her eyes and rest. She says, "I'm still tired." Grandpa and Spitz sing. She says, "I'm still tired." Keep singing. 10 pm and she's holding on due to a late afternoon nap. And Grandpa is still singing. And now the complaints of I'm tired are straight out yells. That's a good sign she will soon drop off. Goodnight, lovey.
Preparation to Leave
Last Friday (a week ago), we were preparing to head out of town for a last trip of the summer to Washington D.C. The lack of wifi at our D.C. hotel kept me from keeping my weekly blog post goal last weekend, but I wrote posts offline. So, here we will catch up and also have my first guest blog - an event written up by May 9.11.
On our last afternoon before leaving (we left home in the evening), we were packing and preparing. Spitz gave Rose 3.7 a snack of yogurt when she moaned that she was hungry. She's always, always hungry. When she ate only half of it, Spitz asked if she was done. She said, "I'm going to save it for tomorrow." "But we won't be here tomorrow," answered Spitz. She responded, "Then I'm going to save it for yesterday."
On our last afternoon before leaving (we left home in the evening), we were packing and preparing. Spitz gave Rose 3.7 a snack of yogurt when she moaned that she was hungry. She's always, always hungry. When she ate only half of it, Spitz asked if she was done. She said, "I'm going to save it for tomorrow." "But we won't be here tomorrow," answered Spitz. She responded, "Then I'm going to save it for yesterday."
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