It's 6:11. Our goal was to be on the road by six, but with the room snafus, we scored 3 free breakfasts. We eat only one meal a day; the rest of the time we snack from the care package Tracy sent with us. Like I said, we don't dally much.
Kelly and I finally went to the laundry area at one, and the clothes took another half hour. She texted, I watched the clothes go round, and around, and around... when we finally got to bed, the room was too warm for me to sleep, so I don't know how much sleep I've had.
Our goal today is Nashville by late afternoon. It's 540 miles (thanks, Tracy). That will be our tourist spot, though I am not sure anything could live up to the prairie dog museum. We don't have any hotel reservations for tonight. I threw out to these two about sleeping in the car. Kelly said fine. Robby said, "The car? Are you kidding me?" I'll do what I did at Lake Ozette. Wait till he falls asleep and then pull over. I guess when your sea scout leader at Fort Flaggler is Jeffrey Dahlmer and teaches you to survive on your parents' carcasses, you get a little nervous.
Yesterday's car ride took a turn. It started with the parking ticket. Then when leaving Denver, I tried to compliment Kelly...which was taken as criticism...then Robby tried to explain...which only made it worse...Robby said he was doing what he saw Dr. Phil do; the situation looked more like Jerry Springer. There was a lot of silence.
Then Robby suggested a get to know you game. I have only seen this game played with large groups. It's where you say your name and say you are going on a trip: I am Bobbi and I am going on a trip with Robby and taking Kelly. Then the next person goes, repeating the names, so you learn everyone's name. Ok, Robby, there are three of us. We know each other's names...
Then there was the alphabet game. Kelly and I used to play it with dog breeds. One would start: A-airdale. The other would have to say one. If you couldn't think of one, you took a point. Robby wants to go to med school, so we started with body parts: A-abdomen...it was a slow go, highlighted by Robby's C-catheter.
Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night wondering what the hell have I done? I did that this morning. I am arriving at SeaTac airport Sunday morning at 11: something, and I will have no car. Kelly's is at Tyler's in Olympia; it won't start. Even if I could get it to Randle, there's no way it would make it up the hill to the house...there I'll be with luggage, no way to the house...no car...Maybe my New Year's revolution, revelation, resolution should be to be more responsible, thoughtful, circumspect...
Oops, breakfast is ready in 4 minutes then we are on the road. Have a great day.
Bobbi
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