Karen and I just got back from Enid... we had fun, but it's good to be home.
Very uneventful trip, except when Karen hit a large piece of truck tire
somewhere north of Wichita...
We stopped at the Conestoga Cafe at I-35 and US60... it's long been one of
my favorite places to eat. A 24-hour place, not too big... a truck stop,
really. JD and I stopped there and ate the day that I had my second coronary
in Enid... I had an omelet that day, I remember.
Blueberry pancakes today, though, and Karen had the plain ones. And only one
refill on the coffee, so the waitress only got a one-dollar tip.
Back on the road... we'd kinda been planning on stopping and seeing Karen's
mom again, but we didn't... it was lunch-time for them when we went through
Wichita. And Karen was anxious see Lacee, of course.
We got home and Karen called Kim's, but they weren't home, so she called Kim
on her new cell phone. The kids were here within ten minutes. I got a big
hug from Patrick, but Lacee totally ignored me in favor of Grandma Karen. I
pointed this out to her about a half-hour later, but no points are given
after the infraction is pointed out to the transgressor... but Lacee did a
good job of trying to make it up to me.
Something that I was thinking on the road up here with Karen:
And now I think that it's nap time.
Later...
So I thought that I'd include the entries from the 17th through the 20th on
this page, so you won't have to look up the back entries.
The destination doesn't matter.
The journey doesn't matter.
The scenery along the way doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters is your traveling companions.