Back to the Future

That's how I feel when we travel in and out of time zones. Now we are in the future (EDT) and when we go home well, we'll be in normal time.

Traveling is always, well, a trip! DH loves playing with those darn hotel alarm clocks. So last night he set it to go off at 7:30 am. Well it went off at 1:20 am. And 2:20 am. Guess whose side of the bed the alarm was on? And I thought it was the darn phone ringing. We figured to heck with the clock, we'd chance it that we'd get up on time and we did. What a hoot!

No offense to any Ohio residents, but driving through your state sucks. By the time we got to the Michigan border this afternoon we were bored with the flat landscape. We also noted that Ohio sucked us in by the beautiful Cincinnati skyline, but 6 miles into the state from Kentucky you hit the horrendous local traffic of Cincinnati which extends for about 20 miles.

Michigan isn't much better. Lane closure signs on NB I-75 clearly state that the right lane is closed between exits 20 and 29. What about the 10 miles before that?

For the first time since we first started to travel to Tennessee, there is no road construction on I-40 between Knoxville and exit 286. No, now it is east of Knoxville. Between 2001 and 2007 the construction of a new exit onto Papermill road in Knoxville made traffic completely stop. Maybe it was to admire their fine work? Or to make sure you got caught in the blasting zone? Oh, there was a blasting zone in Kentucky. By the time you got your cell phone turned off, you were out of the blasting zone. Is this sort of a southern Russian roulette?

So far, the trip has been great. Had a great dinner with younger soon-to-be-returning-college-student-daughter last night and caught up on stuff we don't talk about on the phone or in email. More like Bachelorette Party Scavenger Hunt. YD is a lot more like her mom than I ever expected. YD - I never told my mom half that stuff.

Tonight is the big wedding of my second oldest niece - I have three - and we are truly looking forward to it. The wedding locale is three-quarters of a mile from where we lived before the move to Tennessee. Wonder if the new owners would mind house guests tonight!