Who starts a road trip at 5pm, anyway?

Who starts a road trip at 5pm, you ask? Well that'd be anyone bearing the last name "Watson" - unless you're my Granddaddy, then he's far down the road at 5am! But the rest of us? We cannot get on the road to save our lives. As they say. Friend on the phone declared that I need a supervisor, and I'm all for it, 'cause I know he tells the truth. But as it stands: no supervisor in sight. So I'm leaving after 5.

So yea, I'm just about to leave WV in a few minutes, and although I'm coming back in a few weeks for another several-week getaway, it felt like I was closing up for months. I can't stand to return to an untidy house and so there was the general straightening to do. Not to mention the repacking of some bags since I don't really know what should be left here and what should come along. There's little more annoying than knowing just what you need... and realizing that thing you need is 150 miles away, just where you left it. Plus the little matter of some work. And stuff.

So I was all proud and smiley this morning when my dad called me "industrious" over the phone (I'm pretty sure that was the word, anyway,) and thought he must be right, too, as I was walking back to the house with this funky-cool tool in my hand that I acquired yesterday for the express purpose of turning off the water to the house. Piece Of Cake!

Then? Then I realized that there was a wasp in my car. And if you think that this industrious chick is gonna' make a 3 hour drive with a stinging insect thingie in my car, you'd best to think again. Not feeling quite so industrious right now, but still feeling optimistic that the simple act of leaving the car door standing open might let the little guy out and on his way...rather than making it easier for all his friends to join him.

Here's to stingless roadtrips!

Comments

[Dad]

You should get there in good time.

I think what I said was "resourceful." I hope that's as good to you as "industrious." I meant it to be!

Love,

Dad

[Melody]

I actually like "resourceful" better anyway. Thank you! :) I did not make good time. But it was my fault; I stopped a lot. Here now, though! Love you too...

[Dad]

Did you get some good photos when you stopped?

At least, (I hope) you got there safely!

If you are still up, Mom wants you to call.

Love again,

Dad

[Melody]

Oddly, no! Instead I was tooling around truck stops looking at all the bizarre and random things they have in those places. And taking phone calls in parking lots. And buying frozen yogurt in waffle cones - yum!

Okay, I'll call Mom. Wow. My blog has now become the pony express. :)

[Karen]

I don't know who I think I am to chime in on this family conversation, but I cannot stop laughing about Dad telling Melody to call Mom. It's just hilarious and sweet and classic and needs to be included in something, somewhere, at some time. :)

(Sort of like your imaginary blog secretary, my grandmother used to leave phone messages on my voice mail saying, "Have Karen call her grandmother". Makes a gal all squishy to think about now.)

Karen

[Melody]

And I don't know who I am to forget to respond to your note, Karen, as I had thought I did do so long ago. I love that you chimed into the conversation. It's only incidentally or accidentally such a conversation, and people are always, always invited to chime in no matter who else is writing here.

My family is weird. Every Single One Of Us. (And I wouldn't have it any other way. Even if it does mean that my blog gets used as a means of my mom getting me to call home more often than I am doing so.)

Thanks for encouraging me to use it in some future writing; I tend to agree with you that it should be worked into some narrative or other.

And I am in love with your grandmother, using your voice mail box as a means of having this imaginary secretary get in touch with you to tell you she's called. Love it! Squishy for sure!