Our morning in Annapolis got off to a bit of a slow start. While Jay slept, I wrote up our day 1 journey from the sitting room of our Air B&B. Apparently he was excited to get going, because at 8am I got a message from him telling me he was getting in the shower
Saturday morning at 9AM, Jay and I loaded up the truck and headed out on the first leg of our 15 day road trip. Day one had the longest stint in the car, although staying 1-2 nights in each place means we’ll be keeping the road hot.
I never got around to the August fun-times post, and while a part of me still hopes to, let’s be realistic. Perhaps I’ll find a casual way to throw in photos of me camping just outside the gates of a (decommissioned) prison after a stellar concert.
If not, I’ll learn to live, knowing I can still make memories even if the only people who know about them are me and Jay (and the random stranger friends I made along the way.)
My first bout of claustropbia came in my favorite city in the world. Many moons ago, before that part of the Statue of Liberty closed to tourists, and crowd safety issues were a thing.
Nearing the end of month, its once again time to consider some things from the past month. These snippets – loved , said, learned, read – are a small look at how I’ve spent this summer. My morning walks, which I started only a few weeks ago, are already noticeably darker the same time each morning. Like it or not, the days are getting shorter. All the more reason to cherish the small moments.
My family traveled to Nashville on Wednesday afternoon and back on Friday evening. As with any Justus League excursion, we had a great time and packed a lot into the two day trip. The drive itself takes just over 3 hours from where we live, depending on traffic and how optional the driver considers the speed limit.
I’m writing this on Saturday, but will still tackle the Five Minute Friday prompt. As always, bloggers take a few moments out of their weekend to share their perspective on a a single word.
Continuing with the game plan – ha! I suppose I mean that in the literal, but not traditional manner – Jay and I traveled to Nashville to see a Round 2 game. We’d decided to watch at least one game live per round, assuming we could get tickets, and this round found us at game 2.
In my early teens, my parents, sister, and I flew to Honolulu for an island vacation getaway. During one of our layovers, Vegas I believe, I fell asleep on one of the benches with only armrests on either side. Somehow, I must have done a bit of tossing and turning, and when the time came to board the plane, my head was stuck.