Late Thursday evening Studly Doright and I returned home to Doright Manor here in the panhandle of Florida. We’d left Port Byron, Illinois, on Wednesday morning after celebrating our middle granddaughter’s birthday with a family breakfast at a restaurant of her choice in Moline. I wish I’d thought to take a photo that morning, but this is our lovely 14-year-old McKayla.
Studly and I departed from Moline and started towards home, only he didn’t take the exit our gps indicated. When I questioned him he just said, “Patience.”
After nearly three hours of patience we ended up in Champaign, Illinois, to have brunch downtown at Sam’s Cafe. We both love Sam’s, where the pancakes are the best and the French toast is out of this world. The old diner on Walnut Street is nothing much to look at, but oh, how we’ve missed it. I’d come down with a cold on Tuesday night, but that French toast tasted like it might cure all my ailments.
We left Sam’s and finally took a southbound road out of Champaign. I figured that since we’d dawdled for the first three hours of the day that Studly would be in a mood to make up some ground. I was wrong. Somewhere south of Marion, IL, he took an exit that had us traveling a winding road through Vienna down to Metropolis where we stopped for a burger at Fat Edd’s Roadhouse before checking in at Harrah’s casino and hotel. I was baffled. It was just barely 5 p.m. We never stop before 7 p.m. when traveling like this. When I asked Studly if he’d been abducted by aliens and reprogrammed to wander aimlessly he just said, “Patience.”
We didn’t go into the casino. Instead we watched tv and snuggled into the first truly comfortable bed we’d had all week. I took cold medicine and slept like a rock for much of the night. As soon as we were back in the car on Thursday morning Studly turned in the opposite direction our gps indicated. I didn’t bother asking what he was doing. “Patience” seemed to be the only answer I’d get anyway.
I should have anticipated that his intended destination was food related. When we lived in Illinois, Studly’s job took him to the Metropolis area often, and there he discovered Rube’s Cafe. Rube’s serves biscuits and gravy made exactly like Studly’s mother makes them, and he’s been dreaming about them since we moved from Illinois six years ago. I had a bacon and cheese omelet while Studly feasted on biscuits and gravy. I believe there was a tear in his eye as we drove away.
The remainder of the trip was fairly straightforward; although, I did plot us a route that avoided major metropolitan areas. We used the gps sparingly, and I navigated us on peaceful backroads through Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, and Florida.
I seriously enjoy reading maps, and the activity kept me alert all day. Our route added an hour to the original route’s estimated arrival time, but we avoided the stress of the holiday traffic crush, and perhaps some major delays around Nashville in Tennessee, and Birmingham and Montgomery in Alabama.
I’ll take this over the interstate any day:
There’s a lot to be said in favor of patience.
Peace, people.
Oh that my dear wife could read a map. I could ditch the SatNav I have no idea how to use! How are you, young Leslie?
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I’m doing well! It’s so good to see you here!
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I’ve been back for a week or so thus far. I think/hope/believe I might enjoy being back, then again I’m a moody old fool. Regardless, ’tis always a treat to chat with you.
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I keep thinking I’ll step away from this for awhile, but it’s kind of addictive.
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It’s the potential for addiction that worries me most. One the one hand, blogging activates the mind, on the other it absorbs time that could arguably be better spent. There seems no inbetweens. Such is life.
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You nailed it right there!
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A lovely trip. Charming portrait. Good pictures from the passenger seat. Hope the medicine worked.
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Thank you! I still have the sniffles. More French toast from Sam’s is called for.
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🙂
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Eating diversions! Sounds like fun; feel better soon. – Marty
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We are easily distracted by foods! Thanks! I’m trying to take it easy. Fortunately I’m pretty good at that.
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Hell Leslie, I just wish my other half would learn that word..patience after yesterdays 5 hours wasted in pursuit of another TV after he couldn’t wait for our one to right itself after a fuse blew and it went into standby mode, so did the TiVo box. By end of that five hours I tell you….I am saying nowt re blown fuses. What a great trip to have by the sounds. A cruise through life in a way x
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Oh, mine preaches patience every now and then, but he doesn’t often practice it!
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Your granddaughter is beautiful.
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