03 November 2011

I Ain't Gonna Say "I'm Slow," because You already Know it...

Ten O'clock in the morning, reading some e-mails, looking to chat with  Jeanie, and a request filters in...
"Would you go with me to Albany Georgia to get my hubby?"


 and so I went...

Cause that's the kind'a guy I am.
Not well planned or well timed.
Found that my timing was to drive South by Dayton, Columbus, and Cinncinatti at the rush hour let off of work.

Yum...
INTO Kentucky...

well, things are moving right along, now...


oops...a bit more traffic...


OK, so, serious paying attention to the driving while in crowds, and we stopped at a McGreasies while diving for gas and discovering that she did NOT have access to a check she had just deposited in her account (as we left town)...
and maybe a grand total of $45?
Really?
In a Taurus wagon?
Albany and back?
14 hours of driving.
Albany Georgia.
This is where I was born.
The morning sun rose on me trying to get some snooze while she was inside talking to her hubby. So, can't sleep...how about some pix?
Parking lot cats...


well...this isn't much cotton pickin' fun...


of course, pickin' cotton is NOT fun...
Slaves that bled on the cotton were docked food rations...
On the other hand, she had found out that her check DID post, and there's gas and food for the trip back.
but...no cotton pickin'.



I started seeing these green elephants occasionally...
couldn't get so many clear shots of them (I'm driving...I just hold the camera up in the general direction and click click clickitty click click away.


I keep seeing it, but keep missing with the camera.
Oh well.
Kudzu.
Green elephants that, if I understand this correctly, will cover the road overnight?


The mantra went, "Are we in Tennessee, yet?"
"Are we in Tennessee, yet? Are we in Tennessee, yet? Are we in Tennessee, yet? Are we in Tennessee, yet? Are we in Tennessee, yet? Are we in Tennessee, yet? Are we in Tennessee, yet?"


Georgia red clay. Not bloody likely we're in Tennessee, yet. Surely we're getting close?
And then, after Atlanta, which I SWEAR has more "We're monitoring your speed" signs than actual speed limit signs...





Sene states surround Tennessee. Seven.
And it's longest border? Is with Kentucky...which is also surrounded by seven states.
And now, for 15 credit points
(which as Foamie will tell you, are worthless because I'll already do almost anything for anybody)
(except jump in the lake, so, troll, please stop asking me)
(just joking)

(That's not where he told me to go...)
d=^))
NAME THOSE STATES around BOTH Kentucky and Tennessee.





At the peaks of these ridges we were traveling, it seemed to be getting brighter, which is good for driving.
I have already done the math and figure us to be back home near nine o'clock.



I'm happy because I can pay attention to driving, just turn the camera on the general landscape (one of these days, I'll make a video of the bad shots) and get great pix. Not even trying.
Not even...paying attention to why the colors are starting to look more brilliant.


Yeah, I'm as happy as a moose taking a crap after a day at the gooseberry orchard.
But, you DO know what makes color more colorful, yes?
Here's a clue...

It ain't white.
and it ain't blue...


It's gray.
And then NEW math came into view...
The rain is heading North East, I am heading North and then West...
Oh feathers! It looks to be stretched clean up to Northern Kentucky.




The last peek from the sun as we descend from the hills behind us.
We drive into black rain clouds, and traffic steep in either;
 know the terrain and route-drives a 100 MPH
and
Ma and Pa peering over their steering wheel, driving upwards to 35 MPH...

Nine o'clock was ambitious.
I believe I made it home by eleven.
But I can guarantee you this.
My fingerprints and hand grip is permanently squeezed into the Taurus wagon steering wheel.

Oh yeah...

wheeeeee


4 comments:

foam said...

well, i figured you knew about the nonexistent speed limit signs in and around atlanta for a reason. sounds like a torturous trip although some of the scenery on that route certainly is nice. i'm not even going to ask who 'she' is.

ps: you take or try to take pictures of kudzu????

Jean said...

I know you don't agree but, there is such a thing as being too nice.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

There must be an epic poem in this...

boneman said...

Kudzu makes trees look like giant elephants
Quite green, of course, because they are just growing plants.
Either that, or I was befuddled,
A long trip made my brain muddled,
And they really were giant elephants in giant green shirts and pants.

(does that count as an epic?)

(probably not....)

Foamie, isn't it odd that when in a place new and different, what attracts ones eyes? You went to Washington DC and took pictures of some of the coolest stuff...
statues, and old clothes.
You went to NYC and took pictures of window reflections.

I am in awe of the stuff...have ONE solid picture of it, and will post it toot sweet.
(phoenetical horror that I am)
But the trees that were covered with it was amazing.

I HAVE TO GO BACK!
And take WAY more pictures than I took.

Jeanie, it is not a case of being too helpful, but rather, only a case of someone asking for help.
Would you really do any different?

I think not. Because, even though you can't afford it, you have helped me many times.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

LOOK WHAT I FOUND!
the cutest lil song!

Winter is Near Gone!

Winter is Near Gone!
bbss