Since the bookstore’s bestseller over the Fourth of July holidays has always been electricity, we have decided to close the shop from Monday to Wednesday. This is an unprecedented move which I’m quite giddy over. In my six years of running the place, I’ve never closed the store for that many days in row. And because it wasn’t my decision the day sheets won’t say “Store Closed Due To Miscreant Management” as they did when I closed up on New Year’s Day that one year.
My hives (which go wild in the heat) have been showing their fierceness and threatening to move on from my legs to world domination. It’s been in the mid-nineties here and I’ve been so incredibly miserable physically. Thus, a couple of weeks ago I started trolling local cities on weather.com to find one where the temperature was in the 70s and used that to decide this weekend’s vacation destination. In a couple of hours I’m leaving to go up to Tennessee and then tomorrow I will be heading back down to Boone where I plan to wander around with my camera and pretend I’m Marie. I also shall relish in the (relatively) cool Mountain air and hopefully get several hikes in along the way. (Roan Mountain, here I come!) Also, all of my hotel rooms are *supposed* to have a hot tub in the room. Excellent.
On Tuesday I will be back though to celebrate my father’s 65th birthday. As I said elsewhere, he’s not as old as the United States but you could never tell that from looking at him.
Obviously, that elsewhere wasn’t to his face or I would no longer have one myself.
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Roadtrip Ravaging
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