My husband Jim and I were supposed to fly down to West Palm Beach, Florida, for a meeting on Monday, April 6th. We took the kids down to Richmond on Saturday so my parents could watch them and drove home on Sunday. We planned to do a tiny job over at the rental house, pack up, and see Jonatha Brooke at the Ramshead.
The Jonatha Brooke show, by the way, was awesome. You should go buy her new CD, "The Works," right now. You can find it at jonathabrooke.com. Woody Guthrie's estate gave her access to his unpublished work, and she did an amazing job putting it all to music.
Over at the rental house, the tiny job turned into three hours of clearing brush and Jim threw his back out. He couldn't get out of bed -- let alone through the airport -- on Monday morning.
He didn't want to miss the meeting, though, so we decided to drive down. Sitting, of course, is the worst thing he can do for his back.
The trip down went well. Pogo, the Affenpinscher, didn't throw up in the car. (That's him to the left. Isn't he cute?) He throws up a half dozen times when we drive to West Virginia.
We got to Jacksonville the first day and West Palm the second.
Wednesday we met with people for roughly seven hours. The meetings were great, we like all the people we met. Unfortunately, meetings involve sitting in chairs. Jim's back got worse.
Thursday, we only made it from West Palm to Daytona because we had to stop frequently for Jim to straighten out his back. There is no place in the minivan for Jim to lie down. So, we did what any other sane couple would do. We bought a used 1991 Fleetwood Southwind (a recreational vehicle) so that he could lie down in the back while I drove. Of course, it would have made more sense if I had driven. But, y'know, whatever.
And that's why we'll be driving across the country this summer. I'm planning to blog the trip here.
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