And what a road it has been.
Today I finally got back from Sherman, where I picked up my mother and my little dog. I actually went to retrieve the dog–the old bats (Mama and aunts) were having fun bickering and picking on each other, and could have gone on until the weekend. But my dog thought he’d been given away, and was quite happy to be put into the car and brought to beautiful Casa el Dumpo here in fascinating Bent Fork. He didn’t even care that I don’t have the Christmas tree up or the large suitcase unpacked.
I am too exhausted. We got home on Monday night as scheduled, but then Tuesday I had a lot to take care of, and Wednesday I went up to Sherman to get everybody and tell all about the trip. That was tiring, though, and we were glad to finally get out of the relatives’ hair today around noon. I know they were relieved to have their peace and quiet back!
No time for a “real” post now, but I’ll be doing an extended trip report soon. If you get a chance to ride Amtrak, do it, but don’t make your first trip a 26-hour jaunt that leads into another 28-hour jaunt. You’ll be ready to climb off the train at the next stop and just start a new life. Anything to be off the train and to quit riding!! So try a five-hour trip your first time. And get a roomette or larger if you can swing it, as that’s the only way to . . . rail.
Coming up: the very belated thank-you post.