Over the River….

To Grandmother’s house we go! However, we do not go with our horse-drawn sleigh. No, we will cross the plains in the “prairie whale,” our motor home. We are loaded and packed and ready to traverse 500 miles with the other road warriors! However, as I write this I realize I have totally forgotten we have a dog. So I’m not finished packing.

I will be driving during the day, which means we won’t see any “Christmas trees.” When I was a kid and my dad was driving at night, he’d see a semi-truck that was beautifully lit and call it a “Christmas tree.” That could be why I enjoy night driving – it is much prettier – and the sun is never in my eyes.

So for a few days there will be lots of laughs, noise, and electronic devices vying for “high-speed” internet access at my mother’s house. It’s possible I will be hampered in my ability to post some fantastic bit of trivia. Maybe we’ll have some guest bloggers? The mind reels with endless possibilities!