The Return

I abruptly left Wednesday night to avoid a blizzard destined to hit the area. It was a good thing too, as I hear they had shut down interstates because of the snow and high winds. Apparently the combination of the two can be problematic for cars and safety. The trip up was gruesome after a full day of work and driving alone. A steady diet of Scooby Snacks and chocolate-covered marshmallows kept me artificially awake for quite some time. Eventually I succumbed to sleep about an hour and a half out. It pains me to get so close and not make it, but I desperately needed two hours of sleep.

While I was there I enjoyed my time and rested. We played a lot of card games and relaxed. Family time was well spent and fun. We did manage to go out and watch Sherlock Holmes as a family as well. My overall view of the movie was it was mere okay. If they removed the ties from the great detective it might have been better in my eyes. After all of this I found out that I am really bad at bowling, even worse than I was before. I lost three out of four beer frames. The one I was was pushed into an extra frame after I was saved when my last remaining opponent failed to pick up the spare. In the extra frame I came up clutch with a strike and saved myself six dollars.

The return trip was not nearly as bad. BoBo drove over from Illinois and we made our own caravan to travel in. We stopped off at the world's largest truck stop and gave ourselves trucker names. BoBo was Tubbs and I was Buckin Burgundy Boy Bill or B4 over the radio. That was an early stop in the trip, and all conversations the rest of the trip involved our trucker persona. The convoy was actually fun; we made the same stops for gas and breaks. For dinner we stopped at a Cracker Barrel, my first, and enjoyed a meal and conversation. It was really nice to have someone along for the trip even though it was not in the same car.

The one thing I have avoided in this blog, as it will be saved for its own blog, is that BoBo will be leaving our small town and taking up roots in another. We still have three weeks of fun together before the split, and I intend to enjoy that time.

And then it ends,

Skate