Enough said. Anymore and I will just look more foolish than I already do....
Bing and I had a blast. Coming home to see my daughter's face, though, after a month of her being gone was the best day.
But, what a relaxing time we had of it on our trip down South.
I just barely made my connection in Atlanta. I chickened out when it was obvious that my flight was going to be late. I went to the counter, showed her my handicapped hang tag and asked that a wheelchair be waiting for me.
THANK GOD I did that. Because I had ten minutes to make my flight connection and I kid you not, the boy who piloted me in the wheelchair fairly flew to the connection, which he informed me was about as far away as it could be, clear on the other side of the airport. So, we swerved and zigzagged and made it with four minutes to spare.
I discovered that by asking the attendant to have a wheelchair for me, she did something to my Delta account and I now have a wheelchair waiting for me at every turn, whether I want it or not. And it was pretty nice, I admit that. Bing loved it as it got us to the front of every line. But, I felt guilty. Even though I did take my cane, just in case, I never needed it.
Best parts: eating here:
I am not kidding. I ate THREE biscuits slathered in apricot jam.
The home of Carl Sandburg in Asheville. Lots of fun and what a gorgeous home. My Da was a huge Sandburg fan, me not so much. But, I adored his digs. And his wife's goat farm, even though one persistent goat followed me around and kept trying to eat my skirt.
Going to the Country Western Music Hall of Fame in Nashville and listening to my Da's hero: Jimmie Rodgers. Crying when he started to yodel in the song because it sounded so much like my Da when he would sing this song that I could hardly stand it.
The angel in the cemetery who inspired the name for Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward, Angel. His house.
Going to the Grand Ole Opry and choking up at this:
When Bing and I were making the drive to Nashville from Asheville and she turned to me and said, "Honey, my butt's on fire." I smiled and shook my head, told her that NO we were not stopping to have sex.
"No, I mean my ASS feels like it's on fire. Feel my seat!"
I did. It was very, very hot. I tooled around with the dashboard until I discovered that her seat warmer was on and shut it off. We figured that one of us must have brushed up against it by accident while adjusting the a/c.
Until it kept coming on. Randomly. And then mine started doing it too. This would happen at least ten times during our trip. It was funny at first, and then not so much.
Trying to take a shower together in the hotel in Asheville and realizing that we are just too old for these kinds of shenanigans. Number one: the shower was in a bathtub and not roomy like our shower at home. Number two: There is something totally unsexy about having to clutch the handrail in a shower because otherwise you will slip and fall.
Stopping at an all night grocery store after The Grande Ole Opry for Hostess donuts because we had the munchies. Bing had tucked the handicapped hang tag into the side of her seat when we hadn't needed it and it must have fallen out because when we got back to the hotel and went to park in handicapped, we couldn't find it. I remembered that I had given it to her when she dropped me off in the pouring rain at the Opry entrance. She remembered tucking it into the side door because she hadn't needed it, found parking without it. We crabbily went back to the all night grocery and the GOOD part is that there my tag was, sitting in a puddle of oily water where we had parked. I grouchily told her that she should have given it back to me when we got in the car from the Opry. She even grouchier, told me that I should have asked for it. We didn't speak for the long ride back to the hotel and then forgot the Hostess donuts in the car when we went in and we were so tired that we didn't even notice until the next day.
It was a fun trip, all in all. We didn't make the mistake of trying to do too much. We took it day by day, hour by hour. If we didn't feel like doing touristy things, we stayed in the hotel and um..found other things to do. If we felt like being tourists, we were.
We both admitted that it was lovely to be home in our bed again, though. And even lovelier to see our daughter and
Yesterday there were tryouts for Liv for the softball team at Peace Academy. She was nervous and even more self conscious than usual as Tinton was there to observe her. She did well and we are pretty sure that she will make the team. Won't know until two weeks, though.
In the meantime, we have her school uniform hanging in her closet waiting for her first day of school: August 13. Bing goes back on the 14th. We will can and freeze our garden's bounty on the 12th. We said goodbye to Tinton this morning at the airport. He goes back to Colorado now to spend a month with his girlfriend until he leaves in mid September for his next dig in New Mexico. He and his assistant, Nirand, will be with us for Christmas again this year.
I stood aside as Tinton and Liv hugged goodbye, biting my lip. Tinton was fighting tears, unusual for this stoic man. Liv was less sentimental. She is already in high school, on to new adventures in her mind. I see it on her face. We have now turned the page with her. It used to be that saying goodbye to Liv meant tears and clutching. Now, we are the ones clutching. We both admitted as such when he called me an hour ago to say that he arrived home safely. He told me that having Liv all to himself was such a treat. When I asked Liv about how she liked Spain, she was enthusiastic about the country, less so about the dig. Said that she tired of always feeling dirty, that she was glad in a way that it was over, although she loved being with Tinton and Nirand.
This was the first time that she didn't cry a little on the way home after sending Tinton off. And I noticed that when she left with him to go to Spain in early July, she wasn't crying either when she said goodbye to me. She is growing up so quickly. But, you all know that. I've been mourning her growth for a long time.
Important, though, that she is able to fly away. It was part of our job as her parents, you know? To teach her to fly away, leave the nest, fare out on her own soon. I think she will be fine. I will be the one weeping for days after she leaves for college.
But, first things first, as Tinton told me on the phone. We now have to get through her high school years. Four more years.
So, I'm back and have eaten my crow pie. Looks like y'all are stuck with me for a while longer....