We had planned to stay two weeks with Kris and Naomi, but since the work was all done and there was nothing to do, we all decided that Kris should go back to work and save the week to come out to California in October to be with family and finally meet his three nieces.
Our plans were to leave Monday morning, so Sunday was a day to relax and actually have time to visit. All work and no play, you know the rest. It was another lovely, enjoyable day, meaning pleasant temperatures and low humidity.
I don’t know if any of you have experienced living where the humidity is high, but it isn’t for everyone. I know they say you adjust, but I didn’t do that very well. When I was in 6th grade, the Army stationed my father in Baton Rouge, Louisiana at LSU in the ROTC program. One memory was walking to the bus to go to school and feeling as if I forgot to dry off from a shower.
I have more interesting memories of Louisiana like hurricanes, poison ivy, yes that’s a good one. LOL I just deleted half the page because I got onto a rabbit trail. But sometime I’ll share memories from every town or state I’ve lived in.
Now where was I, oh yes, the weather was lovely. Kris and Naomi took us to Pinehurst, and we had an enjoyable walk around downtown and had lunch at a cute little bar and grill. After that, we went back to their house and sat on the back porch and talked all afternoon. It was the best time ever and a wonderful memory that I will enjoy revisiting from time to time.
The next morning was very hard on me. Here again I was leaving my son, and the look on his face was of sorrow. He also felt the tug of not wanting to let go. Kris had made the comment earlier in the week that he missed having family around since his brother, Matt, had moved to Reno. It was awful to leave and even now I’m tearing up thinking about it. I cried for quite a few miles. I told Van never again would we wait so long to see them. So Lord willing we’ll either go out there or we would bring them here.
So again, Lord willing, they will come in October.
We were on the road again. Van asked which way were we going? We’d thought about retracing our steps, but with the memory of locked gates and wrong roads, I told him we’d head to South Carolina, Alabama and Mississippi. He was excited because he had never been to them.
But even going in a different direction it didn’t end the craziness of this Trip of a Lifetime. What happened next? You’ll have to wait and see.