(posted Friday morning because the cheap, nasty hotel we stayed in that night didn't have WiFi)
Total miles so far: 667
Tonight we are in Halfway, Maryland. Halfway looked like a good stopping point.
Birdie had a good idea. I need to give C the camera and let him take pictures while I drive. Wish I’d done that today. We drove through the Shenandoah Valley, and OMG is it beautiful!
I designated C to be the navigator for our trip. When I needed his assistance as we were approaching today’s destination, he failed miserably. But that probably has something to do with the fact that I inadvertently forgot to tell him that he was my navigator. He fussed at me, saying that a navigator is the guy who tosses a rope off the back of the boat (no, he didn’t say “stern”) and counts the knots, and uses the astrolabe or some dumb shit to look at the stars. No, no, I said, that’s only on the sea, and clearly we are on land. Remember all the talk about asphalt, trucks, and speed limits enforced with airplanes?*
We’re roughing it with our nightly accommodations, staying in really cheap places. Tonight we’re in a Hotel 6. They spend so much money on the electric bill when they “leave the light on,” they have to scrimp on other amenities. There are complementary “bars” of soap not much bigger than a postage stamp, but no shampoo. Silly C failed to bring shampoo. That’s another story right there. There is no art on the walls in our room, which C finds unnerving. The bedspreads are so loud that I doubt any cheap motel art could compete. Oh, and the mattresses! Holy Cow! The edges are hard but there’s barely any support within. I sat on the bed and fell in. Glad I have my own bed, because if I had to share, both of us would slide to the center. It’s what (I think it’s) Garrison Keillor calls a deep valley bed.
The most significant deprivation, though, is lack of WiFi. WTF?? This is the 21st Century, people! I am typing this on a Word doc, and will copy/paste it onto the blog when I have access to the internet.
So this hotel is across the street from some major shopping action. There is allegedly a mall over there, and I saw a Penney’s. Next to that, though, is Target and Michaels! (Who said “Tar-zhay” in his head?) We went to Target to pick up a few things, like shampoo for C. More OMG here. He spent the longest time finding just the right shampoo. Please, doll, just grab something shiny and let’s move on. Then he had to find a brush. This about killed me. After five minutes I asked him what he’d do if I gave him a 60 second time limit, then started humming the Jeopardy tune. He insisted that it was very important to get the proper brush, especially since he doesn’t have one at home. Oh, in that case I’ll sing the Jeopardy tune twice. s