The drive to Sanibel is long! This year, it was especially harrowing. It was so frightening that I came up with “New Rules for Driving” that I will share in a later blog. I know you will be waiting with bated breath.
So, Mr L and I have been in the car for a while. He’s just getting over a bout with the flu. He had a mild version, but he did not run for seven days which is a testimony to how badly he felt. Even had he been delirious with fever, he would have driven. I think I scare him. I serve as the disc jockey scrolling through my Pandora stations for music that pleases us both. At one point we were listening to John Philip Sousa radio as Mr. L enthusiastically conducted an imaginary marching band. It was quite entertaining.
I am not the best traveler. I get restless, I sleep, nature calls more often than we want to stop, I get hungry then I need something to drink. The only improvement traveling with me over traveling with an infant is I am not inclined toward bouts of weeping.
As we rode down I-75, the car in front of us had three Rubbermaid-type buckets bungeed into a small rack connected to the back bumper. I asked Mr. L what he thought might be in those buckets while listing possibilities such as clothing, toys, and food. I looked at him and he opined, “severed heads?” Hmmmm....
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