Bouncing Around

Outside Atlanta, GA

It seems to trouble some people that we have no itinerary. Wherever the wind blows us, that’s where we go. It’s not exactly saving us money on gas and tires, but then again gas prices have gone down by half since we started, haven’t they.

Other than being tethered to Syracuse – and if you’re getting sick of hearing about our repair delays, imagine how we feel – we have just sort-of bounced around, up and down, left and right, here and there. We’re not exactly zig-zagging, but we’re not going in a straight line either. How dull would that be. How predictable. How unlike either of us, now that you think about it, right?

The only thing I know is that we’d like to be on both coasts for the holidays. West, to see Jeff and spend some quality time with him. East, to see friends and family, and oh god to get my hair done by the only one who ever gets it right, Barbara at Miwa Alex on 22nd Street. I have a decidedly pink cast to my head these days. Looking more and more like Mom as I go my merry way. She was an at-home dyer too.

How do we accomplish this double-edge goal? That’s the point.

Leave the bus, leave the dog and fly to San Francisco? Drive the bus, keep the dog and skip New York? This is one of those “drop the guns, put up your hands, drop your hands, put up the guns” old-time jokes that we are just incapable of resolving until those darn parts come in to Syracuse.

Of course, even if that does happen, we’ll still have the quandary of where to live for three weeks, what to do with the dog, and how to get hold of some warm clothes and a suitcase, my old suitcase and warm clothing having been tossed as a result of mildew, caused by the original accident buckling the floor so water could pool there. It’s a conundrum.

So instead of planning, here I sit, warm and cozy in the Georgia Fall weather, the coffee perking, the dog sleeping in – thank you, whoever trained this pooch to sleep to 11 o’clock – and writing my blog. I don’t even know what we’re doing today. When I do whatever I’m going to do, I’ll let you know.

Meanwhile, Merry Christmas, just in case.