Thursday, September 12, 2013

Home

I've been home for about three and a half hours but we had some stuff to do before we updated the blog... stuff like Happy Hour on MY verandah while catching up with one of my neighbors.  And then there was the matter of dinner, provided by Domino's since the cupboard is somewhat bare and I didn't wanna go shopping today.  But, we're here... safe and about as sound as we get.  Google sez the trip from Little Rock AFB to P-ville... 713 miles... should take ten hours and 36 minutes.  I think Google is pretty optimistic, since it took me exactly 10 hours and 43 minutes and I certainly didn't let any grass grow beneath my feet.

NOT what ya wanna see in your rear view mirror
And there's this about that... I was fairly conservative on the way home, what with setting my cruise control at seven over the speed limit.  That worked great in Arkansas and Oklahoma, i.e., 77 in 70 mph zones, but not so good in Texas where the limit is 75.  Yep... I got popped, not ten minutes into Texas, for doin' 82 in a 75.  The cop was a good guy, though, and issued me a warning ticket: no points, no fine.  As for me?  The fear of The Deity At Hand, in the form of the Texas Department of Public Safety, set in and I set the cruise control for THREE over the limit for the rest of the way home.  It wouldn't do to get stopped twice in one day.

So.  We are home and we are happy, proud, and humble to be here.  Like Dorothy said: "There's no place like home."  Amen.

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  1. Dagnabitt you shure are luckee! Glad you are home, safe and sound. My first move would have been identical... nothing like happy hour on the veranda as a welcome home gift. :)

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    1. Thanks, Alison. It was good be outside in moderate temps and low humidity... for a change. ;-)

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  2. Glad you're home, got the Tart all washed and vacuumed and properly serviced before looking after the needs of yourself. An example to us all! :)
    I know about Texas and the long haul drive. I liked to drive at night back when I commuted San Diego to San Francisco. I'd stay reasonable driving along until some incredibly stupid goofball roared by at 10 or more over the limit and THEN I'd speed up. I wanted that guy's lights as far ahead of me as I could see them. It worked every single time. :) well maybe.

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    1. I was kinda stupid when I got stopped yesterday and my SA wasn't all that good. I should saw the cop before he saw me... but it's kinda hard to beat radar in that space unless you have a detector. I don't.

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  3. Glad you're home safe and, well, you know what I mean.

    Heh.

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    1. I'm semi-sound, if it matters. ;-)

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  4. Twice in one day? LOL. I did that on the drive from home in Ill to Baton Rouge over Thanksgiving vacation my Jr year at LSU. First radar got me in Ill, then later that night a Miss State Trooper followed me out of Jackson and nailed me in Hinds Co. The Ill State police had confiscated my drivers lisc (they did that in those days) and issued me a combo ticked/ID. When the Miss Trooper asked for my lisc and I gave him the ticket he just shook his head, lol.

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  5. PS: When the Colonel who was the AFROTC CO got wind of the tickets he called me in for an explanation. I replied: "Well, I felt I just had to press on to the target." HE just shook his head. LOL!

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    1. Ha! My AFROTC colonel called me a f*cking enigma. Twice.
      I should have gone cryptology corps.

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  6. Nothing like coming home. Trips are all well and good and fun but it's always good to sleep in one's own bed and partake of one's own routines.

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    1. Agreed... but I'm having a very hard time getting back into the routine.

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  7. Aggggh! I can't believe you were that close and we did't get to have a cup of coffee, or something more interesting. Oh, well. Welcome home anyway!

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    1. I had no ideer exactly where you are in Arkansas, Moogie. I prolly shoulda e-mailed ya.

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