Just popping in to say I'm on my way to Beaumont for the third time this week.
I'm beginning to think all those tales about the cable guy are true. All I want is a few TV stations--nothing major--and wireless set up, and it's not happening. Maintaining two homes isn't as much fun as it used to be. Wait! Was it ever fun? Maybe in my younger days.
Beaumont is just an hour away. Doesn't sound bad when I say it fast, but let me tell you, traveling I-10 is akin to being trapped on a roller coaster with no way off.
Eighteen wheelers want both lanes. Red trucks with Bobcat in script on the back window ride my tail just for the thrill of it. Construction along the way adds to the challenge of getting there alive. Without warning, rear lights flash on and suddenly we're at a stand-still for some unknown reason that never becomes apparent. We inch, inch, inch along until suddenly we're flying again.
How I long for the horse and buggy days of yesterday. Please keep me and my family in your prayers. We'll be maneuvering I-10 and that Texas-Louisiana state line for the next two years.