This morning he spied the packed suitcase and decided that he was NOT going to calmly sit by and allow the inevitable to happen without putting in his 2 cents. This morning as I was going from room to room with last minute preparations, he followed my every step. Finally, as a last ditch effort he did this . . .
"I don't remember you asking permission to leave!"
As I was leaving for the airport I saw him sitting in the kitchen window looking so disgusted.
The weather was beautiful in Chicago, sunny and in the 60's, as I set off driving west toward Iowa. Now if you can remember your US map studies from the 5th grade you may be asking . . . why didn't she fly to Iowa first instead of backtracking so far? It's because after I made the plane reservations I changed my mind about my itinerary.
Sadie, the nice lady (my GPS system) got me as far as a few miles from Waterloo, Iowa and then had a nervous break down. (maybe she is a descendant of Napoleon and getting so close to a city named Waterloo knocked her for a loop) She warned me several times of heavy congestion ahead -- that wasn't there -- and then she left me. No cell service north of I-20. The last thing I heard her say before she abandoned me to my own natural sense of direction was that I needed to go north.
Unfortunately, that 'sense of direction' gene fell off of the chromosome before I was born. I wandered around Cedar Falls for about 5 minutes before I saw a small white sign pointing north. After driving another 10 minutes I saw another sign confirming that I was on the right road. I totally amazed myself.
So now I'm happily in Charles City, Iowa in a nice Super 8 Motel. My great grandparents, Chauncey and Mary, farmed and raised their family here. Tomorrow I'll see what else I can learn about them.
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This is going to be so much fun!
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