&#034Everything is funny as long as it is happening to someone else.&#034 -Will Rogers

It was rather spur-of-the-moment that I went to my sister&#039s place this weekend. Were it not for the getting of the mom-mobile last week, I wouldn&#039t have gone because the husband worked all weekend, and I wouldn&#039t have had the means of getting over there. As it was, now that I can drive wherever whenever I want, I drove to LGT Saturday morning to hitch a ride with the parents for the longer part of the drive to Ohio. We celebrated Zach&#039s 7th birthday (even though it&#039s still not for another six days), and I got to meet the family that Katie&#039s always talking about who have 6 boys the ages of 7 and under and the wife&#039s pregnant again…with another boy. Crazy. I&#039d give up on trying for a girl after four, I think. We all pretty much hung out Saturday, sitting around talking and watching TV or following the kids around. Sunday, the kids actually slept in late (for once) and when the rest of the gang went to church, Tommy and I watched the Little Two who screamed for a while at having been left behind. Kelly calmed down after I carried her around a while and Kyle calmed down after we went outside and then played Nintendo 64. After everyone got back, we ate lunch and headed out &#039cause Dad had a meeting in LGT at six or something. By the time we hit LGT, I was pretty tired &#039cause car trips do that to me. Rather than relax then have to screw my system up all over again once hitting the &#039rents&#039 place, I turned right around and got out of their minivan and into mine to come home. I hit the Haute around 7, and Ian and I ordered out (salads, mmm). After some SWG, it was time to hit the hay. Now I&#039m awake and have gotten ready for work.

Not sure what&#039s on the agenda for tonight, totally. If the husband takes the minivan, I might take the car to the laundromat (It has all our detergent in the trunk anyway.) or else have Dave drive us to Hobby Lobby to look for braid for the cloak he is having me make for him (which I hopefully will not screw up as much as the dress). Beyond that, I don&#039t really plan on doing anything. My brain&#039s a little addled from the fast-paced weekend running over there for a night then running back. Life is much slower when one does not have a car. You have to plan for everything for long trips and that means lots of advanced warning, and time just moves more slowly. When you can hop up and jump in a car to fly off anywhere at a moment&#039s notice, life speeds up because suddenly you can be constantly moving at a much higher speed than my usual gait. It&#039ll take some getting used to, I think.

Oh well. At any rate, I fixed my lunch (grapes and a sandwich) and have my CD player already filling my ears with Tori as I type. All I need to do now is put my journal and thermos in my backpack and head out. I hope it&#039s cloudy. I&#039m wearing a black T-shirt. Watch it be the hottest day of the summer. Go figure.

Posted: August 2, 2004 at a quarter to eight in the morning.