We had a
pretty rough night thanks to B’s restlessness, but she woke up with her usual
fighting spirit. I wish I could say the
same about myself. While we were
packing, she was climbing, screaming “Mine!” and “No!” and making mischief of
one kind and another. It’s so nice to
know that this is the last time for more than a week that we’ll have to pack up
and load the van. Last night was
actually our last night on the road. Our
next stop is temp quarters where we get to stay all the way until we close on
our new house and our stuff is delivered (hopefully all in one piece).
We took the
scenic high road, the Blue Ridge Parkway so we could catch a glimpse of the vistas
that have greeted residents of this part of the country for centuries. I know how land and scenery can become an
inseparable part of the people. So even
though I was still feeling entirely road weary, I did my best to bury my
impatience and support Shaggy in wanting to see the glory our new state had to
offer. First impressions are lasting.
B was mildly
fussy most of the day. R was tired and
prone to emotional outbursts. S was
inclined to take offense at the smallest things. J had to use the restroom at all the most
inconvenient times. Shaggy wanted to
stop at all the lookout points, most of which were so overgrown with trees and
lush vegetation that the view was blocked.
I was ready to just get to the hotel already, with or without seeing the
smoky blue mountains. K was steady
today, just along for the ride. I was
thankful for that.
The kids’
behavior at our lunch stop was a good indication of just how much we needed to
be done with driving. All the pent up
energy and emotion came bursting out for all the Arby’s patrons to
witness. Our children were hopelessly
beyond our control. It was time to go
home. But since temp quarters in as
close as we can get to home at the moment, we thankfully decided to take the
fastest route and skip any further scenic anything. Besides, I think the poor doggies were just about melting during our 5 minute stops.
Everybody
(yes, including me!) wanted to listen to Harry Potter. And though B continued to make it hard to
listen sometimes, we persevered with the story.
I lost all motivation to type up any notes for my little travelogue and
so the details of the day are fairly fuzzy.
Except I recall something about Harry blowing up his Aunt Marge and then
taking the night bus to Diagon Alley and Sirius Black escaping Azkaban so he
could try to kill Harry.
Somewhere in
the midst of all that high drama, we finally arrived at temp quarters. *Sigh*
It was long past any normal dinner hour, so we all had chocolate
cheerios and went to bed.
Whatever
tomorrow brings, it will not involve driving.
It’s hard to overestimate my excitement about that little fact, even
though we’re not quite there yet.
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