Greetings from Cincinnati.
We hit the road Saturday morning about 9 o'clock. Around 1:30, we decided we were hungry and stopped at the next town on the road, which happened to be Center City, Kentucky, home to John Prine as well as the Everly Brothers. Their statues stood in a little park across the street from the restaurant we chose. After we ate, we read plaques, took goofy pictures. We would have liked to tour the county music museum but we had someplace else to be. We rolled on to Cincinnati without incident, got here about 7.
The hotel had over-booked. They sent us to the presidential suite for the first night, promising to move us as soon as our room was ready. I was kind of irked about this. We had brought a load of stuff with us - my craft stuff, his conference stuff - had so much we had to bring it up on a cart - and couldn't unpack it.
Sunday morning, we ate breakfast at a place that served goetta - pronounced getta. We'd never heard of it, so we ordered a side dish of it. It was basically ground pork sausage mixed with oats (or something), flattened and fried on a griddle, kinda like a hash brown. It was ... meh.
We finally got settled in our "real" room around 5 p.m. I think this one is haunted.
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Yesterday, I got brave and drove myself to the nearest hobby store. Even though I chose a route that stayed off the interstate, it was a harrowing experience.
On the way back to the hotel, on a narrow neighborhood street crowded with after school traffic and kids walking home, a cat ran out into the road from my left. I saw it coming and couldn't do a thing about it except holler "ohNO-ohNOOOO!"
The on-coming car in the opposite lane nipped the cat's rear end with its front left tire. The cat did a bit of a fishtail before running straight under my car. It was all so fast - a million thoughts went through my mind, among them a hope that some kid hadn't just witnessed his/her cat being crushed by a pickup truck....
But I felt no thud under my tires, and glancing out the side window, I saw the cat jet across a front yard and under a porch. It may have been running on adrenaline, but it was running.
I kept going.
A bit later, a guy pulled up next to me at a red light, rolled down his window, and told me my truck bed was open. And I was like, Huh? I never opened the truck bed. Was the guy trying to get me to pull over so he could abduct me? But I said thanks and drove on, looking for a place to pull over. Before I found a place, another guy pulled alongside and said my truck bed was open. I pulled over in a parking lot, and sure enough, the truck bed was open. The Husband later told me that the key fob has a button that puts down the tailgate. Imagine that. Anyway . . . .
My nerves were SHOT by the time I got back to the hotel. I told the valet, "If I ask you to go get this truck again, TELL ME NO!"
Three drinks at dinner calmed my nerves a bit. ;)
I slept well last night. :)
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