driving

I apologize in advance for spelling and punctuation. I'm in the car and we are driving to the Cleveland homestead. We're taking a car up and flying back. Before traveling (by plane, car, boat or whatever) I always make the announcement that we are not in a hurry. I hate being rushed and when I say this, RT or the kids know I'm not joking. Everyone instantly relaxes and knows we can stop for anything: bathroom, coffee, just to take a pic, whatever. Some people on the road are in a hurry. Some will drive slower in front of you. When you try to pass them in the other lane, sometimes they speed up. I don't get it. Are they afraid we will arrive first? But they're not going where we are going anyway! So WTF?!?! Of course, we see the older people on their road trips. Talk about the people that are not in any hurry. I really can't find it in my heart to make fun of them. I'll be there in no time at all. I find myself more patient with them in recent years and even wave when we buzz around them. : ) There are the young parents on vacation with a car load of kids. Since the dad is driving, doing his job, the mother has to take complete control of the kiddies. Every stop there is a family like this. I feel bad for her as the lady is either yelling or exhausted looking. It doesn't seem like a vacation of rest. So it's up to Cleveland, to be away from work, visit with family, and catch up on my writing. The home up there is all set up now, and bringing a car ensures more independence. The plan is not to have too many plans, although RT is talking about renting a boat and having some fun on Erie and a few river channels. Apparently, if we bring our passports, we can easily get to Canada by boat??? Talk of another side trip out in country or upstate New York. By car is boring. After this trip we can fly and not pack anything. I am quickly enjoying not having anything to do, especially since all the crap in The Baby's life this week. My biggest responsibility is the iPod playlists. "I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoes." -- Bob Dylan