Through the hills to Grandma’s place
This day is almost done. In fact, at home the calendar is already flagging tomorrow (but I will fix that in post-post, in order to maintain the illusion). We were under a heavy sky, all day, which meant rain at frequent intervals.
I’ve figured out how to unplug the van from the fake wall plugs; no danger there. And getting wet is not novel. We set the GPS to take us into the heart of today’s quest, and redirected when we determined that some of the attractions were already in hibernation. Our first real halt was in Knowlton.
A decent restaurant. A decent bookstore. Three Pines logos, everywhere. Like my Island, with her Anne, you go with what will sell. I am an abstainer. No more coffee cups with a blazon, for me. I even opted to leave the interesting new books, in paper, on the shelves. Others need them more than I.
With a meal under our belts, we left town in search of an abbey. Nothing centuries old; around here, decades are enough. A church is a church is a church, even with an apple sauce and local cheese sales center, soothed by recorded chants. That’s how they pay their bills.
We had a planned visit to a home in reno-phase, but the road network between there and here was confusing. Detours. Road numberings unknown to the GPS. A major city to cross during the evening rush. We made it, but the fun was sucked away by stress.
Finally, our arrival at destination was under cover of darkness. Again, huge areas of road repair, with random cones and bright flashing lights. I was relieved to park, heave a sigh and go on to finish my iPad setup. All is under control, and sleep is minutes away thanks to sinus medication.
