5.26.07

Saturday:

After over-packing, something I always do, and loading up my car, my mother and I head for Michigan. I find it impossible not to over pack. I mean when I have full and complete access to my closet I find it hard to make up my mind on deciding what to wear. Often times I change two or three times before heading out. And that’s when I know what the weather is like at that very moment, I’m not planning that far ahead. So when it comes to packing for a trip I always take more than I need and inevitably have the heaviest bag. I'm such a girl. It’s pathetic, but it’s me. Always has been. So we hit Bob Evans on our way out of town for a late lunch/early dinner. Wildfire Chicken Salad, that’s the only thing I’ve ever had there. Yum. The traffic is light, the weather is a bit all over the map. It goes from being sunny, to hailing, to raining, to being sunny, to clouding over all in the span of four hours. We sit around and talk with my Aunt for a bit and then my cousin and her husband show up. She walks in holding something in her hands with a big smile on her face. They were out for ice cream and she picked me up a scoop of Mackinaw Island Fudge in a bowl, put it on ice, and brought it to me. Being very easy to please, this makes my day. My other cousin and his kids then stop over for a visit while I do my best to keep my eyes open and remain upright. It's been 100 hours since my day began at 3 a.m. After 30 years it seems that I now qualify for my own bedroom. I really have no idea how to react to this offer. It is not a stay in Michigan without being put on display in the family room on the pull out bed. I have no privacy. I have no walls of my own. That's just how it's always been. This trip I have my own room where I drift off to a mix I made on my phone. The one catch to the new room is that the headboard to the bed is loose and even the slightest move I make causes the headboard to pound against the wall. This of course sounds like I'm having rigorous amounts of sex. All night long. With myself.