The Visible Woman...June 11, 2003

We aren't off as early as we'd like. Dad oversleeps and when I get up it wakes him up and then I have to wake my aunt although I hate to do it. But she wants to get up and I don't know how to fix the coffee. She insists on fixing us up with sausage and biscuits. We do get away around 6:30, early enough.

My aunt warns us about the curves in the small road that leads us to IH10. She also mentioned, as she dished out breakfast, that we wouldn't be getting breakfast at Girvin. She's spot on in these warnings. The right turns on the 70MPH speed limit road are a little surprising. Dad takes an easy speed. Some of the turns have little memorials with crosses and flowers. And Girvin, if it ever had a diner, certainly doesn't have one now. Nothing seems to be there.

IH10 is a very lonely superhighway. There are a few trucks. The speed limit is 75. You have time to pass people. This is an amazing road in the middle of nowhere.

When we angle back into the Hill Country we can feel home coming up. I have mixed feelings. I miss Forrest. I know he misses me when I'm gone. Once I came home and he'd purchased a white noise machine. He says he has trouble sleeping when I'm not there.

He does seem pleased when I call from near Fredricksburg. He sleeps like a baby in his chair with me home.

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

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Jack likes the idea of taken photos.... "Home was quite a place when people stayed there." E.B. White quoted in 20,000 Quips and Quotes edited by Evan Esar	home again There's nothing like getting home but it can be disappointing. We aren't off as early as we'd like. Dad oversleeps and when I get up it wakes him up and then I have to wake my aunt although I hate to do it. But she wants to get up and I don't know how to fix the coffee. She insists on fixing us up with sausage and biscuits. We do get away around 6:30, early enough. My aunt warns us about the curves in the small road that leads us to IH10. She also mentioned, as she dished out breakfast, that we wouldn't be getting breakfast at Girvin. She's spot on in these warnings. The right turns on the 70MPH speed limit road are a little surprising. Dad takes an easy speed. Some of the turns have little memorials with crosses and flowers. And Girvin, if it ever had a diner, certainly doesn't have one now. Nothing seems to be there. IH10 is a very lonely superhighway. There are a few trucks. The speed limit is 75. You have time to pass people. This is an amazing road in the middle of nowhere. When we angle back into the Hill Country we can feel home coming up. I have mixed feelings. I miss Forrest. I know he misses me when I'm gone. Once I came home and he'd purchased a white noise machine. He says he has trouble sleeping when I'm not there. He does seem pleased when I call from near Fredricksburg. He sleeps like a baby in his chair with me home.
JUST TYPING At home, with suitcases to unpack. Laundry to do. Catching up. Who thought I could accomplish all those things?
		Food Diary. sausage, biscuits, coffee Cheese, lunch meat, soda. ????
		Time flies.... Drove three hundred and fifty miles in five hours and forty-five minutes.

		Reading. Read Peter the Great on the bike. Maybe this is the only book I'll need for the rest of my life?
		What's my excuse today? Maybe tomorrow.
		Exercise I did go to the gym. I did my chest, shoulders, and back and rode the bike some.
	.	It's nice to get home but a bit of a denouement.