26 April 2009

Finally on the Road

Okay. Okay. I have been dawdling. It's been drive a little; rest a little. Drive a little; eat a little. Drive a little; rest a little. Scratch a little; peck a little. Scratch a little, peck a little.



I am sitting in the truck at a rest stop just past Ottawa, Kansas. The wind is blowing so hard the truck is rocking back and forth. I haven't seen any fire, but I sure have seen rain. The camper must have taken on some water in that. The weather stripping theoretically designed to provide a seal between the top and the bottom when the top is down is not in the best shape. And now I notice a line of caulk along the right seam in the roof indicating that the previous owners did battle with a drip at least. I just want to get this thing to a dry, dry place and open it up then. So far I have sleeping in the truck cab. The rain may be behind me, but I suspect the fire is ahead of me.








I do not know what to say about the emotions that I felt upon leaving the farm and then Cedar Rapids. Not much. Suffice it to say that it was a big ball of different emotions. You name an emotion, and I felt it. Maybe I will write more about that later. I am iced over again now.

Lisa, do you have the little video up yet? Not that it is any more entertaining than watching an icicle melt, but I just wanted to see if we could pull it off.

My elbows are sore where they rest on the door and on the console. The low back is low. My accelerator leg aches after a bit, and it is a godsend to be able to turn on the cruise control. The cruise control only works on fairly level stretches, however. In other areas it red lines my little truck engine on a hill of any substance at all. I use my fingerless bicycling gloves to drive because my hands get tired of being in the grip position on the steering wheel. I do not remember any of these things ever being a problem before on any of the marathon drives in my life.

But I am not complaining. On the upside there is nobody here in the cab of my truck with me continually turning my music down. I drove for about fifty miles here in Kansas with my left turn signal flashing. I have made fun of old guys about that for years. I thought they did this because they were on the cusp of senility. It never occurred to me that they might have Up on Cripple Creek by The Band turned up so loud that they could not hear the clicker.

I have had the opportunity to study the text on lots of novelty condom dispensers above lots of urinals already. That has allowed me to catch up on all the latest product developments.

Nurse Rick and I have this flu pandemic all figured out, but I will tell you about that later. Time to hit the road for the night shift now.

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