On the Road Again........

Saturday morning, 3:20 a.m. A tearless goodbye to our beach, and we hit the road to somewhere, over the rainbow. Lucky for us, there is a pot of gold at each end.

I drove first, as my bride slept in preparation for her shift. Passing thru Orlando, I picked up a hitchiker; Minny Mouse. She was totally wasted. I'm not sure what happened next; I think she slipped me a Mickey. Petty Guastello took over in south Georgia and took us to the Carolinas.

Her fellow drivers enjoyed her occasional expletives and one finger salutes, as she zig zagged her way thru an endless stream of pick up trucks, searching desperately for a Dunkin' Donuts.

Yada, yada, yada, 22 hours and one tedious and unscheduled journey over the George Washington Bridge; we pull into the driveway of 37 Park Lane East. We don't pull into the garage; that is now forever lost to the family Pokrinchak.

Four weeks, basically alone in a small condo. Twenty two hours, basically alone in a small SUV.

For our next trick, I suggest we spend 6 hours alone in one of our Florida bathrooms.

Eat your heart out , David Blaine.

And so it goes........................

And yet:

Early in our voyage, about 7 a.m., I'm already tiring. My eyelids are heavy; it is difficult to keep focused on the road. I suspect God is trying to get my attention; perhaps I should pull over, even though we're not scheduled to stop until 7:30. But I can't do that. It was my idea to leave at the ungodly hour of 3; I must, if nothing but for the sake of vaniy, hold on for while longer.

Sensing that I was ignoring His hands weighing down my eyelids, God called upon His angel.

My bride awoke, smacking me on the shoulder. I admit to being prone to ignoring God, but I never ignore my better half. Alive and awake, we traveled on.

Now, this tale can be dismissed as blog fodder,but I suggest that perhaps we should be more open to the concept that perhaps God does indeed work in mysterious ways.

Much like the way David Blaine does.