You know, our life isn’t really exciting enough…what with selling our house, building a new home, and all of the other interesting things to see and do. What else is there?
I know! I know! Pick me…pick MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Well, it’s not Duloc but it is a big case of sensory overload and we’re on the road to go find it. I think we’ll have a good chance of that at journey’s end. The trip is pretty much simplicity itself…find our way to I-95 and then maintain a base course of 165 until we get to the one and only exit for Port Orange. We stopped for our usual mid-trip meal at Cracker Barrel, this time in Walterboro, SC. There were two more stops, one in Eulonia, GA (home of the most expensive gas on I-95…unfortunately we didn’t have enough on-board to make Brunswick 20 miles further on where the gas was thirty cents cheaper) and then one other one at Cove Springs Road just south of Jacksonville in the middle of the usual afternoon thunderstorm.
We probably ought to talk about that for a bit…we were accused of bringing the rain with us from North Carolina. You know, that theory might well hold water (ha ha!) were it not for the fact that our forecast was sunny with no rain in sight and the only rain we encountered started right at the Florida state line and continued all the way to Port Orange. At our Florida stop, the power flickered briefly as a result of the lightning striking awfully close. That’s bad at the best of times but it really stinks when you’ve stepped updeck to the head with a squirmy little one. Fortunately, Florida Flash & Flicker restored power instantly and we were able to proceed without incident.
Well, that’s if you discount the notification (right at the Florida state line!) that we had an offer coming in on our current house from the people who had viewed it after we left for Florida. This was their second time in the house and we’re guessing their parents are moving back from the coast as selling their current house in Carolina Beach is the contingency. We’re in the process of sending a counter-offer back to them so we’ll see where it goes. We may well have to find a place to live before our new home is completed but even though that’s a bit of a headache, it’s better than having to pay for two houses waiting for our house to be completed. Of course, we’ll see if that’s the same tune we are singing when we’re in the middle of that mess but that’s something for another day!
We arrived at Gramps’ house safely and the promised sensory overload was waiting for us. And little one had a ball…9 ½ hours in the Escape (of which a little under eight hours was time underway) pretty much guaranteed tons of energy that needed to be expended. That rather reminds me of a joke the EPCOT tram operators often told of people parking in the Energy parking lot: energy is that which your kids will have at the end of the day…but you will not! Ain’t that one the truth, fearless readers…Mommy and I were so ready to collapse into bed after all of the day’s excitement and we did…many hours later!
You know, we don’t really remember much after that… 🙂
