Driving back to the Heartland, I’m on the interstate most of the way. I found it amusing to see a sign which read, “Freeway resumes.” Wasn’t I on the freeway the entire time? I still haven’t figured that one out.
Along the route, I also watched the cows heading home in single file. I wondered, “Does the same cow always lead the herd, or do they take turns?” Soliciting that answer from my childhood cattle-raising friend, Pann.
As I gassed up the car at one of my haunts, I recalled leaving my purse there, hanging on a hook in the bathroom, just back in December. Using my husband’s phone, a mere five minutes after getting back on the road, I called the station and said I had just been there. The woman who answered immediately said, “Your purse is at the service desk.” And when I thought of that incident, I recalled the time I drove the entire 500 miles without my purse and credit cards. Thankfully, though I forgot my purse, I had my credit card number memorized and found a couple of willing gas stations who trusted me to punch in my numbers. Good times.
Even though it’s a mere 9 degrees, it’s great to be back in the cold and snow, visiting the matriarch. Stay tuned for more lively updates, like this one.
