Let me start by saying that I was at least :30 minutes off in my original assessment of ‘when’ I was leaving NC today. I got caught up watching “The Weakest Link,” the daytime version. The host, whose name I didn’t catch, is not nearly as annoying/abrasive as his prime-time counterpart. In fact, he’s rather amusing. So I wound up shaving and running back to the bedroom to find out “Who is the Weakest Link?!”
I was also delayed, rather pleasantly, because I stopped to say “hi” to one of my aunts before hitting the road. I hadn’t seen her in a longer time than I’d care to admit, so that extra time wasn’t a bad thing.
Finally got underway and made pretty good time… with one minor problem. I normally stop in either Lynchburg or Richmond, VA – depending on which route I take – for ice cream (Lynchburg: Dairy Queen; Richmond: Friendly’s)and to fill up the car. What can I say, I’m a creature of habit when it comes to that. The ice cream was no problem; finding gas (diesel) was.
- The first station: there was apparently NO attendant and there was no “pay-at-the-pump” option. *sigh*
- There did not seem to be diesel pumps at the two stations that were nearby. *sigh*
- At the last station that I tried… their tanker of diesel hadn’t come in, so they were as bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.
::: braincramp :::
Fortunately, the car gets good gas mileage, so I decided to wait until I got to Fredericksburg to fill up. Yet another adventure ensued…
- Oddly, none of the stations near the off-ramp seemed to have diesel.
- I went in search of a station that did… I found one about 2 miles up the road. However, you had to have a certain type of card to access the pumps and the attendant “wasn’t able” to just turn them on. *GRRR*
- So, I went across the street to a station that not only HAD a diesel pump, but it was pay-at-the-pump! And, there was no special card, dance or incantation necessary to use it! Hallelujah!
After filling up, I got back on the interstate and a couple of hours – and an intentional detour through part of downtown – later, I was home.
When I lived here, I had, at one time or another, used all but one of the bedrooms for my room. And all of them, were outranked by the basement; I had it set up like a mini-apartment. It was great. I grew up. I got older, moved out and time passed. My grandmother has moved here and Dad has had the entire basement remodeled. It. Looks. Amazing. I am jealous. For the first few minutes, all I could say was “Wow.”
The only apparent damper to things is that I can’t get the modem on the laptop to play nicely. Nothing that a complete system restore shouldn’t solve when I get back behind to Utah.
The family-unit seems to be doing well. They talked to Rana yestermorn; it was her birthday. She is enjoying her time in the Ukraine and things are going well. She will most likely come home for a few weeks at Christmas. It will be interesting to hear what she has to say about her experience.
Well, off to wander around some other corners of cyberspace for a bit and then…. sleep time!
Peace.