Yesterday was tough. The day started at 4 AM and ended for me about 2AM this morning. The soldier didn’t fare much better, his day ended about midnight. He pretty much starved all day due the surgery on his mouth, had to do without pain medication because he was driving (“A little pain never hurt anyone.”) and when he finally got stopped he realized he had a black eye. Turns out he had a bungee cord snap back and hit him in the face. I guess we should count him lucky he’s still got an eye but at the end of the day with his cheek swollen and his shiner, he literally looked beaten.
Meanwhile, never mind my day of hell, let’s just take it from about 9 PM. I had planned to help the soldier load his truck but I wound up not doing it so I felt bad. I hate telling someone I am going to do something and then caving on them but this is exactly what happened and he was relying on me post his surgery. So I already felt bad with him loading his truck alone in the mountains in the snow when I got on the task of trying to find us a motel somewhere on his route.
Not sure where we were going to meet I was calling various motels in various little towns along the highway to find out the usual… “Do you have truck parking? How much? Do you serve breakfast?”
He usually only stops for 10 hours at a time so these things are important and generally via this method something emerge and last night I knew I had the place when the gal offered to upgrade us to a room with a Jacuzzi. Huh? Bingo! This must be it. I took off early to snag the room and also so this gal could get to sleep because when I say “little town” that is exactly what I mean. The soldier would be a couple hours behind me but no big deal. I’d just go on my blog.
I did not expect to get a speeding ticket. With the speed limit 75, I was going 81 mph which is generally accepted but when the cop stopped me he said I was going 89 mph. I was not going 89 mph and said so. “I had my cruise control set at 81,” I said. Of course I know that I am copping to speeding but come on. 81 is not 89 mph but the cop said I was in fact going 89 and I just plain didn’t believe him.
I also did not believe him when he told him my speedometer must be faulty because I drive alllllllllll the time and if I were in fact going nearly 90 mph, I would have been passing cars left and right. I was passing cars but it hardly matters, does it? He’s a cop and I a getting a ticket. I eventually got the motel 100+ miles away and what a trip it was.
The hot tub was shaped like a Valentine red heart… a tilted mirror on the ceiling and a valentine red toilet to match circa 1970? Who knows? It was unbelievably cheesy but also the kind of thing that happens to us so I just smiled and shrugged. I was tired see, and he was hungry so I dropped my computer and my overnight bag in the room and headed to the Denny’s which I was told was the only place you could get food this time of night. The soldier figured he could manage soup so I went to get some and pulling into the Denny’s my phone rang.
It was the soldier telling me his GPS was sending him in another direction. Huh?
I knew immediately but still hoped I was wrong. Had I just driven 100 miles in the wrong direction, got a speeding ticket and a red heart-shaped hot tub for nothing. Yep. On top of that my blood sugar was dropping I guess. I rarely miss a meal but if I do go too long with out eating I turn into a lunatic and as all this hit me… that hit me too.
The soldier offered to turn around… drive out of his way, etc. but that is not how this works. Next thing you know I was in a gas station gobbling trail mix and checking a map with the clerk on duty around how I might be able to drive and intercept him, after checking out of the red hot tub place this would be. Long story short, there was no way to do that which made any sense so I wound up just undoing everything I just did (except for the speeding ticker which I retained) by checking out of the motel and driving home… all this exercise in futility.
Luckily the soldier was in pretty good spirits – we rarely crash simultaneously so he was chatting with me on the way home as my phone warned of a low battery. He said something about sex and I said, “Oh great. My favorite topic. Just watch, this will be when my phone goes out and sure enough that was the last thing I said.
What happened to you yesterday?