"Court of the Patriarchs, Zion National Park," Utah
Mrs. G. left Seattle dedicated to the notion that she was going to post each day before she went to bed and, frankly, it is making her left eye twitch that she is behind schedule. Each day and the amazing people in it are worth many, many words and photos and Mrs. G. isn't going to short them.
But you know if you don't have wi-fi at bedtime or long breaks at coffee shops in the day (she's in a Utah Starbucks now), you just have to force yourself to roll with it or take half a Xanax like Mrs. G. had to last night to quit fretting about it. The same is true when you arrive at meet up with your huge ass, Priceless, Folk Art Cat but forgot your camera in the bookbag at the house in which you are staying many, many miles away.
So here is how Mrs. G. is going to deal with it today (and it's killing her): out of order and in brief, placeholder glimpses. Full posts will appear when they are completed.
Here are the Idaho derfs after an evening of food, drink and laughter. You would not believe the similarities and coincidences that emerged within ten minutes of four women who had never met sitting down together in a booth (more on those similarities and coincidences later). From left to right: Mrs. G, Melanie, Lisa V and Sharon C.
Thank you, lovely ladies, for such a wonderful, raucous but relaxing evening. Sharon, we started eating the taffy the second we got in Melanie's door, so you and your candy choices are loved.
Mrs. G. is nearly done with a movie about her trip to the zoo, zoo, zoo.
Mrs. G. is pulling out of Salt Lake City in a few minutes and she has not one photo to show for it -- except on her phone which is going to require someone with beyond-Amish technological savvy to figure out how to get the photos from her phone to her computer.
What she does have, right now, is great affection for Gail W for putting her up in one of the coolest houses Mrs. G. has ever been in and with such warm and cozy hospitality, Gail's cat, Duchess, who sat on the edge of Mrs. G's bed last night and glared at her until the Xanax kicked in Mrs. G. fell asleep and Stephanie O, the gorgeous, upbeat homeschooling mom of three boys. Mrs. G. had a great dinner with Gail and Stephanie last night, and if Mrs. G. hadn't had to get up and haul ass to Colorado today, she could have sat in that deli half the night shooting the breeze with these two cool women.
A Few Fun Facts
Cups of coffee consumed: 2 triple lattes
Miles driven: 360
Bridges crossed: 2
Tears shed: 0
Serial killers encountered: 0
Number of 911 calls: 1 (More on that later...Mrs. G. thought a plane was trying to attack cars on the freeway)
Things Mrs. G. decided she wanted to do as she was driving: eat more saltwater taffy, add window boxes to her bedroom windows, listen to more music at home -- not just NPR and learn to knit right.
Internet, you are out 'o sight.