Well, so much for hiatus. I can’t take breaks regardless of whether I want to or not. Some of you in the blogosphere know I was called that stepmother is dying. So I decided the right thing to do was make peace w/her and let her go to God and the rest is up to him – it’s not for me to judge. Like the idiot I am, I packed enough clothes for twenty women, all the toiletries I own and more shoes than I would ever need. I was a tad stressed.
I got up about 4 a.m. Sat and iced down my back and hip for a little while — Devoted Spouse made some strong coffee and EmmaLou the Golden Destroyer looked at me knowing full well I was leaving her shortly – she watched me pack and laid on the bed and made doggie sighing noises. She’s so human it scares me.
Made the trip from OH to Northern VA in a little over 8 hours (ouch my aching back) and stayed in a Holiday Inn that wasn’t the one I thought I booked. Well holey crapoli Batman, what is goin’ on in Northern VA? I didn’t recognize it – and it’s only been 2 years since I last visited. I found myself down next to I-95 in Alexandria with a lovely window view of the Metrorail and the highway. Oh joy.
What freaked me out was (now don’t take offense — let me explain this) I was the only white English speaking person in the place – now I spent years in the DC area and I have no problem with diversity – I don’t give a flying fig what color your skin is — all I care is that you are polite and speak English – English that I can understand. So, I walked into this kind of seedy Holiday Inn and really felt out of place. But in their defense, while the building was old, the rooms were newly decorated and clean and all the people were polite and nice. I still felt out of place. I put a band-aid over the peep-hole in the door – I’m not a good “by myself” traveler anymore.
I’m not going to bore you with the family stuff because none of it was funny – I can’t think of one thing I found humorous except the fact that while most of the stepfamily I saw are in their 70’s and 80’s, I was the one using a cane. Boy did I feel old. Then again, mom was the one in the hospital bed dying, so I wasn’t going to complain.
Not knowing how long she would linger, and having re-injured my back on the way there, I made the decision to get out of Dodge Monday – at least we had seen each other and said goodbye – her family has taken care of all arrangements and there was nothing for me to do. I really needed to simply go home.
So Mon afternoon I made the trip halfway – decided driving 8 hours straight was such a bad idea and split the trip home into roughly 4 and 4. I find myself in a local no-tell motel (hey, it’s cheap and it’s just one night and the tv works) in this dumpy industrial-type city in PA. Again I have band-aid over the peep-hole because it’s in direct line of vision to the desk where I am sitting at the moment writing this blog and the last thing I need is Bubba to get out of his rusty pick-up truck and peep in. Gah… Can you say “Dive”? The lady @ the front desk tried to put me upstairs and I begged her for a room on floor level coz there’s no way I’m making it up the stairs – bless her heart she not only put me on the main floor but she put me in a handicapped accessible room which is weird since I don’t need that. It’s clean and bless her again, she just called me to see if I was okay and if the room was satisfactory. So, whad’ya expect for $65 a night?
Then again the ice machine wasn’t working right and I broke a nail trying to get the ice out – crap. And the closest place to eat dinner was Denny’s which used to be an okay place – but OMG I just ate the worst fish and chips I think have ever been placed on the face of the earth and there is a distinct possibility I contracted food poisoning from the cole slaw as it wasn’t very cold (I only ate a bite). At least the waiter was nice but he had tats that looked like prison tats all over his arms and fingers and that freaked me out, too. Man, I freak out easily.
Well, there’s some action goin’ on in the room next to me. I don’t think they’re playin’ video games either, unless the words, “Oh baby” are used repeatedly in a new Wii selection – but I don’t think so. I’m turnin up the tv and will concentrate on the hope Bubba doesn’t last long. If he’s one of those men the Viagra commercials warn about and goes at this for the next 4 hours I may have to kick the door down and hit him with my left-over icepacks. For some reason the phrase “stimulus money” just went through my brain. Ewwww.
Tues at 0dark-thirty I shall hit the road and get my limpin’ self home to Devoted Spouse and EmmaLou.
In the meantime, it should be an entertaining evening around here…