Morning arrived again, as it is wont to do, and much too early as usual. We decided to get off to a start an hour later than Friday, beginning our day at five am instead. Tanking up at a service station, I picked up a couple of egg Mc Muffins at the Mc D's and a couple of cups of coffee. We loaded up, and moved 'em on out looking ahead to our journey's end, some things looming, knowing we had at least another five hours on the road.
Crossing the border once more into Pennsylvania, I watched as the landscape turned back into the familiar rolling hills, heavy with forest. We passed through tunnels, over bridges, around corners and bends, making our pit stops here and there. I snoozed for an hour or two, catching up for sleep lost the night before. Floyd manned the steering wheel for the whole of the second day of our trip.
Eventually we pulled up to the building, another successful hunt under our belts. We unloaded the van, hauled the looms up a flight of stairs, down the hall to the Loom Room, and settled them, temporarily. After which, we concluded our odyssey by returning the van to its former glory: replacing seats, cleaning out trash, and eliminating evidence of the last sixteen plus hours.
We drove back to my house, where Floyd had left his truck. Swapping out vehicles, he waved good-bye to me and head straight back to some things looming to keep Rebekah company. Meanwhile, I, Melanie, the wimp, climbed the stairs to my attic bedroom, flopped face down on the bed and remained happily unconscious for the next six hours.
All in all, it was a fabulous trip. We were blessed with great weather and good road conditions. Now all I have to do is re-assemble two looms, grease up their mechanical parts, and test them out. I couldn't be more pleased.
Crossing the border once more into Pennsylvania, I watched as the landscape turned back into the familiar rolling hills, heavy with forest. We passed through tunnels, over bridges, around corners and bends, making our pit stops here and there. I snoozed for an hour or two, catching up for sleep lost the night before. Floyd manned the steering wheel for the whole of the second day of our trip.
Eventually we pulled up to the building, another successful hunt under our belts. We unloaded the van, hauled the looms up a flight of stairs, down the hall to the Loom Room, and settled them, temporarily. After which, we concluded our odyssey by returning the van to its former glory: replacing seats, cleaning out trash, and eliminating evidence of the last sixteen plus hours.
We drove back to my house, where Floyd had left his truck. Swapping out vehicles, he waved good-bye to me and head straight back to some things looming to keep Rebekah company. Meanwhile, I, Melanie, the wimp, climbed the stairs to my attic bedroom, flopped face down on the bed and remained happily unconscious for the next six hours.
All in all, it was a fabulous trip. We were blessed with great weather and good road conditions. Now all I have to do is re-assemble two looms, grease up their mechanical parts, and test them out. I couldn't be more pleased.
Until our next adventure...
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