Well, we made it to Georgia. We are staying in Kingsport, which is just over the Florida/Georgia border, but we did make it out of the state today. We had to detour around an accident on I-95, and went over to U.S. 1. I told Ed that I would be happy to drive as far as Jacksonville (which is where U.S.1 heads north-west and we need to keep going north), and he decided that, just this once, we could sacrifice speed in exchange for interstate-phobic wife getting to do some driving. It was great! I am perfectly content driving on a road where the highest speed I am expected to maintain is 65 miles per hour. I handed him the maps and told him that I’d be more than happy to drive all the way to our destination if he could find a route using nice, slow roads, but he didn’t take me up on the offer.
A few weeks ago, when we last drove this way, we noticed that motels that accepted dogs were, surprisingly, no grubbier than hotels that didn’t. This time we are traveling with Bo, and it seems that there may have been a variable in the dog/hotel/grubbiness equation that we missed. Our room tonight has a completely disgusting, “don’t-take-off-your-socks” dirty carpet, and it stinks. I think that maybe they have special rooms in doggy-accepting hotels for people who actually have dogs. Tomorrow night’s motel will be a good test for this, since we stayed there before without a dog. (And I’m sure you are all waiting with bated breath for the results!) Aside from the yucky carpet, we are having a nice evening, and are planning a very early night!
Saturday, August 19, 2006
We are Not in Florida Anymore!
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Oh, Melora! I am a bad friend. I haven't kept up with reading your story while I've been doing the single mama thing for a week. ACK ACK AND MORE ACK! This is not what you wanted to be writing, and not what I was hoping to hear, but oh, am I thankful you had a good inspector who was on the ball and didn't let you buy a money pit. A dangerous money pit, from the sounds of it. {{hugs}}
Not to sound too hopeful, but Wonderful Realtor is up to speed on everything you need and if you do swing Westward, lmk and I'll hook y'all up. She can clear her schedule in a heartbeat and be yours-all-yours. And, of course, you have a place to stay, if need be. (Ward went off to get a hotel room for a few days, so we officially have four bedrooms again! I'll have to blog about that - kinda funny.)
You're in my prayers, and if you need someone to rant and rave to, who isn't your immediate family (you know, 'cuz if they're anything like mine, they've heard it and just don't reply the way they oughta *grin*) you still have my numbers, right?
Praying your Forever Home materializes SOON!
And that the pet allowing places aren't grungy. Ew. I hate the leave-your-socks-on-please-don't-sit-on-the-floor hotels. I mean, we won't let them sit on the comforters, either, so seating gets pretty limited if the floor's nasty, too. ;-)
Dy
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