I don’t know exactly when we’re leaving on our road trip. I don’t know where we’ll spend the night tonight.
Banjo Man and I are incredibly busy with work. We thought we would get on the road at 5 AM Sunday morning. We would pack the car in an organized and methodical fashion the night before. We had our AAA books, our GPS system charged up, our meals planned (fruit smoothies in the hotel room for dinner each night), our sightseeing routed. Each bag would be color-coordinated. We would sail down the road in a neat and organized manner.
Well, that didn’t work.
So we decided we would leave Sunday afternoon, what the heck. Banjo Man returned to his office. I returned to mine.
That didn’t work either. Okay. We’d leave early Monday!
Monday morning we were still not packed. Not even close. I still had pages to write to finish the book. Banjo Man had to deal with the stock market.
Would we leave Monday afternoon maybe? Nope.
Were we too busy to care? Yep.
So now we will leave today, we hope. The plan is to get in the car together, with all of our stuff, at some time in the afternoon. Our “packing the car” plan is now reduced to a “shove it all in and we’ll repack it somewhere along the way” plan.
Those of you who know me well know that this is not my style. I have maps. I have schedules. I know where I am going. I have lists and notes and Mapquest.
Well, I am a writer now. I know nothing else but getting the book done. I am on the last miles of the marathon to The End. I am intently putting one foot in front of the other and trying not to fall down in a heap on the side of the road. I don’t smell good.
I have not appeared in the kitchen, clapped my hands and announced, “Let’s get this show on the road!”
So…no sightseeing. No Zane Grey museum. No Chickie Williams grave. No art museums or Diners, Drive Ins and Dives excursions. But that’s fine, because if we ever get on the road we’re heading west and we’ll be damned happy about it!