Random thoughts.
From what I'm hearing, my family has no plans for Memorial Day. This is fairly unusual, since there is often a camping trip or a barbecue in the works, but this year there doesn't appear to be anything going on... Maybe they're finally listening to me, and they're going to hunker down for the holidays.
I can see some of the neighbors preparing for the holidays. I see some folks coming and going from the travel trailers parked in their yard, or getting their boats ready to haul to the water. So it appears some folks have more exciting plans than hunkering down for the weekend.
The weather is still chilly and rainy, fairly typical for Spring around here, highs are generally in the 60s, with lows in the 40s, but it looks like it will warm up and dry out a bit this weekend.
The grandkids only have four or five days of school left, and they're looking forward to that. It means I'll be doing a bit more babysitting, which is a mixed blessing. I think it will be easier on me when I get a hearing aid, so I can understand what their whispery little voices are saying some of the time.
Theboondork
One of the things I find interesting about Route 66 is the nostalgic signs. The signs remind me of my younger days when signs weren't computer-designed and tested for popularity. But they had charm and humor and told you something about the area they were in.
Back in the 1950s, when we baby boomers were in elementary school, cowboy movies were all the rage, and of course, if there were cowboys, there had to be Indians nearby. And a sure sign of nearby Indians was their easy-to-recognize houses. All of us kids knew what a teepee or wigwam was, and what kid wouldn't want to spend the night in one while on vacation?
While we, elementary school baby boomers, were finding out what it was like to sleep in a wigwam, we could walk down the street in Holbrook, Arizona, stop at the city Park three blocks away, and find out what it felt like to sit in a saddle all day. Of course, we only sat there long enough for Dad to take our picture, but it was close enough to reality to have a story to tell our friends when we got back to South Carolina, along with sleeping in a genuine teepee that happened to have air conditioning, just like the real thing….. After all, dad may be the driver, the kids may be along for the ride, but mom was the one who decided where we were going to sleep, and Arizona in the summer without air conditioning was NOT going to happen !!