1 July 2007
A tradition of sorts . . . Kyle and I usually have one of our last, if not our last meal together before I head north every summer, at a Tex Mex place with a margarita “as big as my head.” And, today, he let me splurge on the Patron Silver—it was a very tasty margarita!
I have loved taking these last couple of days slowly and somewhat methodically. I feel like I’m probably forgetting something, not because I was rushed or harried, but because it was almost too easy! I’m keeping a little “to do” list right here on my laptop, though, so as I’m winding down to sleep, I can simply enter anything I think of and deal with it in the morning. Hopefully, I’ll be on the road by about 9 a.m.—just shortly after Kyle leaves for work.
I think I’m headed north by way of my brother’s house. He’s off tomorrow afternoon and evening, so I can spend some time with him and then hit the road early the next morning. That keeps me from caravanning with Ginger, but it puts me with family for a few hours. I think it’s the right choice.
The only remaining unknown, is truck-related . . . do I or do I not, have an alternator/battery issue? I guess tomorrow morning will reveal the answer. If the truck starts right up–then I guess I’m good to go! If not, I’ll be spending my morning at Firestone!
One way or the other, though, tomorrow is the day. I have to be there by Tuesday night, and at this point, leaving tomorrow is the only way to achieve that.
So, farewell to the Texas summer—-I’ll be back in September!
I sure wish I could go have a northern summer without leaving my husband, my home, my husband, our dogs, my husband, my workshop, my husband . . . did I mention I hate leaving? Don’t mind the getting there—but I sure hate the leaving.
~MB
