Talk about spur-of-the-minute, this is it. Cliff's been planning for two weeks to come down here and paint some tractors for his brother. I didn't intend to come along because I'd have been bored sitting around Donald's house; his wife and I have little in common. Besides, the granddaughters are out of school today and I had to stay home with them.
But Cliff was dreading the four-hour trip alone; and he has a tendency to fall asleep at the wheel, driving by himself.
This morning I got a brainstorm, and I ran it by my daughter first, since it involved her daughters. What if the girls and I were to accompany Cliff and stay at a motel in Independence, Kansas? I'd checked out what the town had to offer, and learned that the Appletree Inn is downtown near stores, a museum, and a movie theater. And it has an inside swimming pool. Rachel sounded surprised/apprehensive/confused, but said it worked for her.
When Cliff woke up, I told him my idea. I had to explain the whole thing about three times, but he finally admitted he was dreading the drive and it would be nice to have company.
I always read aloud when we're traveling by car, so I chose "Little House On The Prairie" for this trip. Which turned out to be a good choice, because it takes place, I found out as I read, forty miles from Independence, Kansas. The store held everyone's interest, although I should have stopped reading at times and helped Cliff watch our roads, because he got lost and had us headed merrily to Oklahoma City. I just happened to take a break from the story and look up to see that we were on I-35. Not good. Since the kids were along, Cliff held his anger inside. OK, so we wasted 40 miles. Other than that, it was a good trip.
The girls have had a swim, and in about an hour we're heading across the street to see "Meet The Robinsons". They assured me it's a good movie for kids.
This is kinda fun. I'd better eat my peanut butter sandwich so I don't get too hungry in the movie.
When Cliff is done for the day, he'll join us for a good night's sleep.