That Georgia guy is coming today – all the way from Warner-Robins. It is a long, long trip but at least he doesn’t have a long, long trailer behind him. Now, most don’t know to what I am referring; it is just not a passing nod to RV’s. I’m talking about the movie with Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz – that would be “The Long, Long Trailer” – which when we found it on DVD or VHS left Quentin repeatedly rolling on the floor in fits of laughter. We sort of cringe, identifying more with the Lucy Duo.
Speaking of Lucy, I used to run out of the room when I was five and she got into terribly embarrassing situations. My husband is convinced a whole generation of girls was warped by Lucy. I believe I was severely affected. I fight it daily, but still have the urge to go steal John Wayne’s footprints.
But I wasn’t really speaking of Lucy when I started; I was talking about Grandpa coming. Summer is shaking in her boots, or would be, if the kid would do anything but go barefoot. I imagine he will be calling with progress reports during the day and we will be checking on Google maps. Our Sprint to Sprint minutes are great at times like this, but come to think of it, they are great all the time. Since he will be mostly on Interstates with the little mile markers, we will be able to pinpoint him about as well as if he had GPS.
When he was travelling and renting a lot of cars, he would get GPS when he wasn’t in San Diego. We rented one once in SD and his profile wasn’t updated and so we got GPS. I like to ride along and convince him to turn wrong and have the computer re-evalutate the situation. The voice is always so nice; it never says, “You dummy! Are you blind? The turn was obvious.”
Well, keeping my phone charged up and in my pocket, I venture into the rest of the house.