I suppose I should let everyone know what I’ve been doing since last week. Pam and I departed Short Pump on our triangle tour Friday morning at 8 am sharp. We will not return until this coming Sunday afternoon. By the time we arrive home we will have logged 1500 miles. What is a triangle tour, you ask? It’s a roadtrip where we visit all of our kids in two different cities before returning home spent and exhausted, but hopefully in one piece.
The first phase of the TT was the 604 miles, 9 hour drive from Short Pump to Nashville, Tennessee, which I was able to finish with only one gas/lunch stop in Abingdon, Virginia. This was a bad decision based upon pride and hubris—me trying to prove to myself that I haven’t lost a step with the ravages of time. Although I did manage to make the trip with only one stop, my back is filing a complaint with the Labor Department, and my bladder has hired a lawyer.
Our weekend with Patrick, Sarah and Frisco was delightful. They were both busy with an all-day recording session for Vocal Arts Nashville which was followed with a concert Saturday night. It had been a while since we had heard choir music and it was astonishingly beautiful. Then we had a couple of incredible meals at their favorite restaurants.We got to spend some time with sweet Frisco, their Golden pup. Before we left Pam and I attended a rehearsal of another great choir that they have both been members of for many years. Sarah made us a “snack dinner” of this amazing homemade pasta dish that was delicious. Every time we get the chance to visit with them we leave so proud and grateful that they found each other and are building such a wonderful life together.
Monday morning we left Nashville and drove 445 miles over the mountains to Columbia, South Carolina. This time I stopped twice. Both times it was insanely cold and snowy. Along the way both Pam and I have noticed several mental lapses which I am told are to be expected in retirement. When we stopped for lunch yesterday I got off the exit to stop at our go-to road restaurant of choice—Bojangles. First, I turned the wrong way off the exit. Then upon arriving at Bojangles, I promptly pulled into the McDonald’s next door! This was just one of many questionable brain farts to befall team Dunnevant on this trip. Perhaps the best one was when Pam and I entered our hotel elevator and after what seemed an awfully long time Pam remarked on how slow the elevator was—only to finally notice that she had never pressed a button!
Now we are in Columbia. Last night Kaitlin made us a fabulous sausage-y dinner. After Silas went to bed Pam and I were entertained by one of the kid’s rituals with their best friends, Matt and Bailey. They watch a show called Murder in the Building simultaneously by syncing up via group text. Then, as they watch the show they make snide comments back and forth about the show. Although this might seem odd on the surface, its even odder the deeper you dive into the phenomenon. Somehow the word “Ask” has been transformed to the word “Ass” because of a spell check mistake months earlier…or something like that. Simply stated, the language on this group text was startling to say the least! Lots of inside jokes. I blame any negative outcomes on Matt and Jon since Kaitlin and Bailey cannot do any wrong.
I have attached pictures of highlights so far. More to come later
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