Cross Country in a Car

Darcey's are again traversing the country. It's number forty or fifty or some such astronomical number. We're stopping in Ruskin for food storage... then headed to Rushmore to see the Lost City of Gold (Nat. Treasure II). We're all pretty excited about that.

This time it's sans Dia.

This was not going to be about Dia... at least not yet anyway, but I'd better get writing quickly to face that issue. It's going to take pages and pages of vituperative raging to come to terms with a daughter going off to college. I expect a fall break-down. In fact, I'll schedule it now.

Anyway, Dia is staying at home, mediating the cat fights and trying to keep the two of them from tearing each other apart and peeing throughout the house. Everytime the big cat preys on little cat (names are too much work) and hides around the corner to jump her and tear asunder, little cat wets her pants. Totally understandable, but ripping through the house with a loose bladder compounds the cleanup and makes trouble for the rest of us.

I know, too much information... anyway.

bad seque back to Dia...

We knew this day was coming and now that it's actually here, that makes it even harder. She's all grown up, with a job, a life and responsibilities that do not include being squished and smashed into a two-by two space for 20 hours with her brothers.

We will miss her. But she will get her own turn to again go cross-country when Dave repeats the trek (love that trucking blood) with her in August hauling her west to school. She is certain that she will never return. Holidays will be spent there with family or with us on our vacations there and so she will probably never again return to Oklahoma. We will miss her.

Okay, now for less moribund thoughts, family are all there, all 75 of them either first or second degree relatives, giving her the third-degree. Cousins, look out, she'll be there now 24/7 and looking to be entertained.

So, Wagons Ho and off we go!

T.