We are home.
So far we've unloaded the car and I started a load of laundry and besides that we've mostly wandered around the yard a little, picked a few things in the garden, and wondered where Darla and her bebes are. No sign of them anywhere although Hank and Rachel saw them this morning so they must be around somewhere. I can't think of anything that would take out all of them without leaving a sign.
It's good to be home although we had a great time and we've already been talking about the boys and the funny things they said and did. Levon has started saying, "Or not," in a completely appropriate way and that's our new catchphrase.
"Maybe we should eat there for lunch."
The child said it to me at two in the morning when he got out of bed and I went to tuck him back in and I wanted to put his head in one place saying, "Lay down here, baby."
"Or not," he said, as he laid down with his head where he wanted it.
But now we're back in the best nest.
We took two days to make our way home. We actually bought an atlas of the United States- a book of real paper maps- and Mr. Moon traced us out routes on the small roads and we just meandered. Last night wasn't great. We were tired and ready to get supper and go to bed and were in a small town in Georgia called Greensboro and ended up at a Quality Inn which was a huge misnomer if there ever was one. The room smelled of a strange mixture of tobacco, urine, and whatever horrible product they'd used to try and cover it all up with. We found detritus on the floors and a roach (the kind you smoke) on the bathroom counter and the bedside tables were filthy.
I didn't even want to take my shoes off in that room but what can you do?
I went online later to read reviews people had left for Quality Inns, all fired up about the review I was going to leave but after I'd read some of the ones posted I thought, "What the hell? No bloodstains on the walls here. I guess we're okay!"
And there was a Waffle House right across the parking lot so there was that.
We found a restaurant a few miles away where we had one of the best meals we had on the whole trip. Mr. Moon got a steak, I got an ahi tuna salad, and the bread came with an incredible smoked sun-dried tomato concoction that I must figure out how to make. Plus, the martinis we ordered were generous and delicious so we slept quite well in the nasty-ish room, got up, had breakfast at the Waffle House and got on our way.
And there's an entire story about that Waffle House but I won't take the time to tell it now. I'll just say that the crew there affected me profoundly and I felt deeply that I would never be as good a human being as any of them were.
Don't Worry Bout It. Pray Bout It.
"Don't worry," he said. "We'll freeze them."
"How to drive a track-hoe," he said with all the solemnity that a three-year old can muster. Which is far more than you would think.
I fear that he is going to be vastly disappointed to find that Temple Israel does not offer track-hoe operating instructions in their preschool program.
We will not, however, be staying at any Quality Inns. Trust me.