Remember when I was talking about my trip & there was that magic happens here, probably involving a car portion, about getting from Montana to Minnesota. Well, close...
Turns out you can't do one-way car rentals from Miles City, Montana. So, after hanging out with my ex-in-laws for a little while longer, which is lovely, as I was only going to barely get to see them, I am getting on a bus. At 3:10 a.m. My son will pick me up on the other end, about 16 hours later. Instead of driving, I get to meditate & sleep & stare out the window & maybe write or draw--we'll have to see how that sits with the old semi-circular canals. Reading in the car gives me motion sickness, so writing & drawing may be out as well. But, hey, I can easily sleep & meditate & stare out the window for 16 hours.
Time for another bulleted list, arranged in categories:
Animal health:
- R.J. the dog, still on the mend last I heard. (I assume someone would have told me if this was not the case.)
- Tadpoles not looking good. Apparently the rains around Asheville have been missing the parking lot at the Arboretum.
- One buck deer near mile marker 32, I94, probably dead.
- Attend your dad's all-school reunion & reconnect with aunts & uncles & cousins, oh my!
- Hang out with your ex-in-laws for a while.
- Hit a deer in your parents' Cadillac. Especially a buck. Sigh.
63. Take a bus trip to another town. Or another state. Or out of one state & completely through another & most of the way through yet another...
