It appears I have a bit of a saga to share.
Rachel, my indispensable, confident, and awesomely optimistic companion told me about something she and her friends used to do called “PMI” which stands for plus/minus/interesting. After a vacation or outing, they would categorize all the things that happened as either a plus, a minus, or simply interesting. I think that sounds like the perfect way to tell our tale. Remember when I said I was nervous about going? Apparently that apprehension was warranted.
- Packing and unpacking the station wagon was so much easier than my sedan.
- When I slammed on the breaks and a box of Eucalan came flying up from the back of the car and all the bottles shot out, we didn’t crash.
- We were only 20 minutes from our destination when the car broke down.
- We found out the fuel gauge was malfunctioning before we ran out of gas.
- When the car died we managed to make it to a pull-off along the side of the road.
- The state trooper didn’t find anything on me when he ran my driver’s license.
- We didn’t hit the deer that ran across the road in front of us on the way home.
- Gorgeous scenery and gorgeous weather.
- I ate ribs for dinner on Saturday night.
- We spent an hour roaming around Michaels coming up with ideas.
- A woman bought an afghan’s worth of handspun yarn. I told her to send me pictures.
- The fuel pump died and left us stranded on the side of the road.
- The Econolodge wasn’t stellar.
- I found a cigarette hole in the comforter on my bed.
- The motel’s “breakfast” at the motel was basically a few crusty pastries.
- We didn’t realize the show was over on Saturday because there was no one there.
- I had a total of three sales on Sunday.
- I basically covered my expenses and that was about it.
- I came home with a cold.
- The GPS thought the “fastest” way home would be to drive 45 mph through a bunch of little towns.
- The driveway I pulled into to repack the Eucalan that went sprawling through the car looked deserted, but no, the resident appeared immediately upon my stopping. He was able to drive behind me.
- While we were pulled over, two guys stopped to see if we needed help. One loitered awkwardly, but he didn’t murder us.
- We had some very informative conversations with the young woman at the garage while the car was getting fixed.
- Explaining to everyone that Rachel was from Pittsburgh, I was from Youngstown, we were driving my parents’ car and we were going to a fiber show.
- We saw the giant basket/office building where Longaberger headquarters is located.
So, I suppose it’s all in the way you think about things. I thought the car problems were an emergency, but Rachel determined it was merely a challenge. So, regardless of the setbacks, we had a great weekend together. And then yesterday we went to the outlets and bought bras. That would be considered a total success!