Saturday night, we made it home from our road trip, tired and hungry. Somewhere between Nashville and Jackson, the interstate traffic came to a stand-still. About the time we saw the back-up, the map app suggested we take the next exit (a mile away) to go around the problem. We were on the east side of the Tennessee River, and river crossings are few and far between. Any alternate route we took would add at least an hour to our drive. It was an hour before we reached the exit. When we got in sight of the off ramp, The Husband "floored it," and fired us up the exit ramp, saying he'd rather be moving than sitting.
There was a fast-food restaurant at the exit, and it was teeming with people like us, desperate to pee and decide what to do. A group of little old ladies had their phones out but were having trouble using their map apps and did not really know where they were, geographically-speaking. When I named the closest towns north and south of the interstate where they could cross the river, they brightened up; they knew their way home from the northern route.
We took that route, too, The Husband being already familiar with it from visits with a cousin who lives nearby. We rolled up in our driveway after nearly 9 hours on the road and about had to pry ourselves out of the truck. I'd taken a tote bag full of art supplies (which I had not used) and a bag of electronic stuff (which I'd barely touched). Had to unload all that crap, plus the luggage, plus the cooler and the snacks, and some other stuff we acquired along the way. I suggested to The Husband that, since there are no bears in this neighborhood to burgle the truck for snacks, we should just leave it all until morning. But he wanted to get it over with, so we did. As soon as everything was in the house, I put on my nightgown, ate half a bagel, and went to bed.
Yesterday morning when I got up, it was cold and windy. Mid-morning, I went out to take some pictures in the yard while the leaves are at peak color. I've got a mind to try an oil painting, probably a landscape, and I wanted to get some reference photos. One shot made me laugh when I framed it up in the camera.
See that ivy "reindeer?" ;)
I told The Husband we should wrap it with Christmas lights.
Yesterday afternoon, we walked across the road to visit with The Granddaughters. The LRB wanted to come home with us. She had a hard time deciding what she wanted to do when she got here. When she investigated the sewing room, for the first time she asked if she could use the sewing machine. All of her sisters have used the machine. While I was heart-warmed that she expressed an interest, I said no. She's 4. (Maybe next time...) I steered her toward the toy box, which contains mostly "boy stuff" (most of the "good" "girl stuff" has been taken home over the years by her sisters). She ended up coaxing The Husband into setting up the Thomas the Train stuff in the living room floor. He continued to play with it long after she'd moved on to something else. ;)
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