Whoo hoo! Vacation's all I ever wanted! This was one of those long weeks---where I was so busy I couldn't even read all the stuff on my Outlook Calendar. I'm fairly certain I have a spouse around here somewhere...but I haven't seen him lately. Ah well...there'll be plenty of enforced togetherness on the open road.
We are packed and arranged and organized and loaded with maps, confirmations, vitamins and Met-Rx. The kitties are looking fairly nervous because they've seen this movie and it usually bodes ill for them for a week. Not that they suffer. Sharon is among the greatest of cat sitters. But 'Dad' is special. 'Dad' is hands on all the time--brushing, stroking, sharing a lap, sharing a bed, sharing a pillow, sharing a well-salted egg. 'Dad', in short, rocks. Me, I'm looking for that fur-free bedding I mentioned a few posts ago.
I've supplied the Chicago skyline because I figure that's all any of us will see of it. As you know, we're headed away from the city first thing and into Illinois toward St. Louis. If we want to spend a weekend in Chicago--that's easily done another time. I'd like to stop and photograph some of the "Giants" on the old route on the way to Abe Lincoln's house. But mostly I'm looking forward to getting on the road--any road--and heading out of Dodge.
We arrive at 11:30, grab the car and drive towards St. Louis. We plan on having breakfast with Barry Sunday morning before we head out again to Tulsa. That's when I expect (based on my reading) there's more of Route 66 to be found. We'll let you know what kind of car Avis supplies and all that good stuff.
I'm spending the week in a peasant skirt and a teeshirt...a tourista fashion statement, that's me. The joys of not knowing anyone (Well, we know Barry, but he's certainly seen me look much worse than just slovenly...and he won't say anything nasty behind our backs. Bless his little cotton socks, he'll say it right to my face.) Neil will remain in uniform. This way we can pack in one bag plus our carry-ons. When he was single, Neil used to travel with all his rattiest clothes and just discard them along the way after he'd worn them. A model of efficiency that boy.
Town car picks us up at 7:15 am. Then we toddle off to Chicago....And why is it toddling, anyway? For that matter, why does one shuffle to Buffalo? These and other questions...are pointless. Have a great week everyone! Be sure to post! Mwah!
2 comments:
Sinatra popularized that song in '57, but it dates to 1922, and probably refers to the jazz-era dance called the Toddle.
As for why you shuffle to Buffalo...ummm... no other form of locomotion rhymes with Buffalo!
Aces, Sha. A dancy I missed--perhaps because it falls between Vernon & Irene Castle and Fred and Ginger.
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