I Get Restless

 So it's been awhile. The last three days have been busy.  I said there would be a picture update, so this is that, with some verbage thrown in there for good measure.  These last few days have been packed; the next few will have a lot more writing from me.  Probably multiple posts a day if I had to guess. Thursday started off with that dirty windshield finally getting cleaned.  That's Astrid there. LSU has a beautiful campus (from what I saw). Coming into Dallas. Downton in Denton, TX This is where my story begins.  Saturday morning I woke up bright and early, forced myself to go back to sleep, and ended up rising around 10:30.  At which point, I hopped in the car, and tried to figure out where to go. A buddy had suggested Fort Worth, so that is where I went.  I paid $10 to park in a nearly empty lot and walked past Billy Bob's Texas ("The World's Largest Honky Tonk") to the stockyards. The speedway I passed on my way to Fort Worth It took me abo...

  I'll post a photo update later, but for now it's just words. I thought that as I talked less, due to being around no one for most of the time recently, when I finally had the chance, I would want to talk more.  And as anyone who's known me for a long time can testify, the thought of me talking more  is a scary one.   But I called my family today, and found myself actually wanting to talk less.  It was almost like I had forgotten how to find things that I thought were worth telling.  I would finish a story, or answer a question, and have no idea what to say afterwards. Now granted, there are probably two side factors that contribute to this.  First, I'm tired.  From Monday to Thursday, I was in the car for over thirty-five hours, and sitting is more exhausting than you might think.  I've also been waking up at eight no matter what time I go to sleep, which has only been before midnight one night this week.  So add those two togethe...

  So this morning I left my lovely host family in Olive Branch, Mississippi, who we'll call the Gourds, and headed for Louisiana.   As a side note, I thoroughly enjoyed my time with the Gourds.  I knew as soon as I saw the .9 mm magazine on the counter that I was with kindred spirits, which was confirmed by my easily conversing with Mrs. Gourd and Brother Gourd for forty minutes that evening.  The food was good, the company was warm, and my heart was happy.   I spent about three hours on the highways today before changing my GPS settings so it would only take me on the backroads.  The backroads turned out to be very nice at first, and then a little sad.  Highway 61 in MS is known as the Blues Highway, and I did have the blues much of the time.     Look very closely and you'll see a train in the distance. Then I hit Louisiana, where I was welcomed by a small sign telling me where I was, and then almost immediately, a much larger...

Historic Bulloch Hall in Roswell, GA, where Teddy Roosevelt's parents were married.  Also happens to be where my great-great-aunt was born and grew up. One of the Georgia Marble Company plants in Tate, GA.  The asphalt roads leading out of the plant are white from the marble dust, and in some places I could see it billowing up from the plant. That black speck near the middle of the picture is a drone. I don't know how my windshield got so dirty.  It's embarrassing.