I had to do another two-day drive because the Saturday crawl from South Carolina to Hell, err, Pennsylvania, was a major pain in the butt. Literally. My sciatic nerve started screaming and sitting for several hours was not easily accomplished. Also, it was very rainy and foggy and having to concentrate on the roads and dodge standing water was wearing me out. So I stopped over somewhere in Virginia. I have no clue where. All I know is the town was claiming historical things that warranted some teenyboppers running around in southern belle outfits. I'm still trying to figure out the nun outfit, though.
Oh yeah, to any Virginians reading this, I apologize for this, but: I hate Virginia. With the heat of a thousand suns. You have a nice coast, but otherwise, I detest the middle. Any road trip I take forces me to spend the majority of the day driving through a state where the drivers don't understand what a speed limit or a passing lane is. Seriously, just do the speed limit. That's all I ask. If it's a 65 mph zone, do 65. Don't do 59. And especially don't do it next to a car in the other lane who's doing the exact same speed, because it's freaking ANNOYING.
Sorry. I have rage on that issue.
Upon returning home, I found that my mother decided that watering Migrant Garden simply wasn't a necessity. My garden is thrashed, folks. I don't know if anything can be saved. Guess I'll water this week and see if I can repair any damage at all, but I think Migrant Garden has gasped its last breath.
On the bright side, I was doing some mental writing on the second part of the drive today, and I have some stuff in my head and on my little digital recorder that I want to address in terms of the Janie story. Gotta get the ball rolling on that and translate the scribblings from my notebooks as well.
Let's see, what else? Oh, I'm going to try to quit smoking. My motivation is saving more money to move to Greenville faster. Hopefully that will get me through the weak moments. I'm not going cold turkey, so I decided I will try some weaning this week by cutting out some smoke breaks, then aim for either Sunday or Monday as my quit day. I need to get the hell out of Dodge, and two weeks in a smoking room may help as a reminder of how gross smoking is.
Also, I need to start walking. I have a BBQ and Sweet Tea gut. My pants are snug after two weeks of southern food.
I had some light bulb moments as the RWA convention was going on in Orlando. I took the opportunity to stalk people who were NOT in attendance and let's just say breakthroughs were experienced. I'm tweaking my goals in accordance to my light bulbs. Also, I'm shooting for attending a particular conference in October. I like the looks of the classes and the industry guest list looks pretty kick-ass. I seem to be a fan of the more intimate affairs. Not the dirty kind. Get your mind out of the gutter.
I have nothing else to ramble about right now. Here, look at my decimated garden. Thanks, Mom!