In the backseat

I'm home.  Yesterday was my first day back at work.  We left on the nineteenth and I took my lap top.  I had such grand plans!  I was going to blog, everyday, from the road.  The second day I tried to blog, I couldn't get my photos to load and I kept losing my Internet.  That was probably the last day that I had the time to blog.  It was a non-stop whirlwind trip.  On Tuesday the nineteenth, we drove from Bloomington to Raleigh/Durham.  Late on Thursday we left Raleigh for Maryland.  Friday morning we all drove in to D.C. and returned to Maryland after lunch.  On Sunday we drove back from Maryland to Raleigh then to Durham.  When we left Durham we drove to Asheville, NC.  Then on our final day we drove from Ashville to home in Bloomington, IN. So, I lugged my laptop out there and back and blogged one time.  My son used it one morning while waiting on everyone to get ready.  Other than that, nothing.  I have this dream of going to the Outer Banks and renting a cottage and having a slow and easy, relaxed vacation.  I hope one day to get to take that trip.

Friends since age 17.

On the way home from Maryland, my friend and I sat in the backseat of the big Dodge Mobster.  From Maryland to Raleigh/Durham it is a five hour trip.  (My son lives in Raleigh, my friend in Durham.) 

We had more fun sitting in that backseat together.  We went through our purses, our bags, we talked and talked and talked despite the fact that we had been together for most of the trip.  She and I have been friends since we were 17.  My daughter is named for her.  We all went out for my daughter's wedding. 

When I was a kid, I was the oldest of three.  We were stair-steps, my brother two years younger and my sister three years younger.  My memory of being in the backseat together was that no matter how hot, some one's legs were touching someone else's legs.  As an adult, I rarely sit in the backseat.  We had a lot of fun.