Presidential Upgrade

May 28

By Traci GardnerUncategorized Comments Off

There are newly-found benefits to traveling with a presidential candidate. Duck managed to talk the front desk into the “Presidential Upgrade.” Yes, you’re seeing that correctly. That’s a Jacuzzi over in the corner, beyond the bed. And yes, if you really must know, those are my clothes on the bed. I’m no fool. I stripped and got in. It takes a lot of water to fill a Jacuzzi tub, but I’m working on not feeling guilty about it. Duck has presidential thinking and such to do, but I don’t. I deserve to be in a Jacuzzi. I’m not sure why he thought we needed this room, but I won’t complain. I’m not sure about Duck’s ethics, but that’s his problem—and he’s claiming a different story.

The drive to this hotel resting place was fairly reasonable. Duck seems to be a much better traveling companion than the various bears and cows. Maybe he’s just so busy planning his campaign that he didn’t have time to interrupt constantly. Besides, I think he was enjoying The Wee Free Men—except for those few moments when he was confused by the massive Hormel Chili can. Still, we may need to spend a little less time with the book. It’s influencing me without my permission. As I got out of the car here at the motel, I felt all achey from the drive. There are many exclamations of unhappiness that would be appropriate in such a situation. What word slipped from my mouth, unbidden, without any thought on my part? Shit? Damn? Hell? Poop? No….Crivens. I’ve only been listening to the book for 5 hours, and I’ve adopted its language?

Time for me to go do something appropriate for a spa-like room. I’m not sure whether I’ll lounge or give myself a pedicure. Tomorrow’s drive is a little longer. I hope Duck’s good behavior holds. Hell. Who am I kidding? I’m not even worried about tomorrow yet. I’m just hoping he doesn’t steal the blankets tonight.


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Getting underway

May 28

By Traci GardnerUncategorized Comments Off

The time has come. Nearly everything is in the car. The supply of diet brown soda is always the last thing to load. Stanley is watching the office and will take anyone down who dares even to consider messing about with my cubicle. KR will be at the house, tending the needy houseplants and generally doing whatever strikes her fancy. LH will be watching the grounds to ensure that there are no incursions of unfriendly flora or fauna.

Duck, of course, is still out in the car—and he better not be touching the three loaves of bread from Great Harvest (else I foresee some Peking Duck in his future). Terry Pratchett is out there too. So I suspect that there are other creatures hiding in the car as well. It’s okay. I’m taking an iron skillet. Off to the wilds of Wisconsin, on the way to the CIWIC shores of Michigan.


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