….. more or less.

I’ve already done more backing up and turning around on this little hundred-mile stretch than I normally do on an entire cross-country trip, but I am nothing if not determined.  I think it’s really my dad sitting behind the wheel and not me.  Ready to leave Deb and Steve’s this morning and couldn’t find my sunglasses.  After a thorough search of my purse, my room, and the front passenger seat, I took off without them.  Eight miles, give or take,  from the house, I  became convinced that I had left the power cord for the computer on the counter in the kitchen.

Since I am so super efficient and so totally OCD, I decided to kill two birds with one stone and zipped into a pharmacy.  Checked my purse once again and limped on in, where I found a pair of UV appropriate sunglasses that didn’t make me look too totally nerdy.  $21.00 later, I exited the store and checked the computer case to make sure I had the power cord, and voila, it was indeed where it should be.

Went around to the driver’s side, opened the door, and jammed into the crease of the seat were my sunglasses.  I had been sitting on them……  Don’t worry, they’re fine.  Now I have a pair and a spare, which is always good, I guess.

On to Florence, AL, which I managed to find despite several false starts and mishaps along the way.  Stopped to tour the Frank Lloyd Wright home, where I convinced the very sweet tour guide to shorten the tour for me due to my inability to stand while he recited facts that I already know from the reading I have done.  Don’t know if my family and non-Atlanta friends are aware of this, but I guess it’s time to share.  I can barely walk or stand for any period of time due to my arthritis.  I have kept putting off the surgery on both hips and both knees, but it’s getting bad enough that I can’t do so much longer.  Too painful and makes me so damn mad that I can’t do everything that I want to do, including dance a little dance once in awhile.   So I guess that’s the next thing to take care of after this trip. 

Anyway, am firmly ensconced in my hotel room at the Coldwater Inn  in Tuscumbia.  Plan to tour the Helen Keller home in the morning.  What American of a certain age has not heard her inspiring story in elementary school?  I wonder if it’s still taught today. 

Time to find some dinner and then settle in to get a little practice on my dulcimer.  Feeling mighty rusty after many days without playing.