Going to Iowa

We are setting out for Iowa this morning with cooler and drinks and all our assorted charger cords; it seems as if technology accouterments have taken the place of diaper bags, toys to keep a kid interested (yeah, right), play pens, juice boxes and all that paraphernalia. Sigh. I don’t want to even think about the stuff I’ll have to back in the next stage of my life. Defibrillator, soft foods, hearing aids . . . ah, it depends. (Yes, groan, I am.)

Der Bingle’s nephew is getting married on Saturday. And we are staying in a hotel with an indoor pool, so I will be spending some time slinking into the pool area covered with a towel and then mostly submerging myself. Not the wedding and seeing folks isn’t important. Good thing I have decided to let my hair grow out – the chlorine effect, dontcha know? Oh, am I back talking about the pool and me again? Sorry, it’s such a habit.

Taking cameras (and chargers) and since Der Bingle is doing most of the driving, I’ll be snapping shots out the window. Damn! Wish we had a sunroof. Better not to visualize it.