On the road again

Not me.

My boy.

He's off for ten fun-filled days in Butthump, Oregon. (aka John Day.)
He's made it an annual event. He goes to visit my parents for a week or two every summer.

I'm really glad that he has a good relationship with his grandparents. I know now that the time I was able to spend with mine was a wonderful gift, but back then I didn't appreciate it as much as I do now.
I miss all of them so much.

Every year, I worry about him taking the five hour drive all alone. I worry about the other people on the road, I worry about car trouble, I worry, I worry, I worry.

My mom says that she has never stopped worrying about us, although I don't think she's as obsessive as I am. Perhaps it's easier when the kid is nearly 50 years old? Dunno. But I was glad when he called me a little after noon yesterday to let me know he'd arrived safely.

I was on the road a bit Monday myself. Getting pieces of paper from the city to deliver to the mortgage guy, (more on that tomorrow) a trip to Office Depot for paper and matching envelopes to make the invitations for the 50th anniversary party we're throwing for Dad and Mom next month in Butthump, and a trip to Goodwill.

Finished by stopping in at the local zip and clip for a haircut.

Twisted my knee a little bit getting out of the truck, then whacked it on the door frame while going into the salon.

::sigh::

But that's why they invented pain pills.