My mom had a relaxing day in old Charleston yesterday. She said the weather was perfect and there's lots of seafood around. Best of all, the ocean is right there.
The Chi Institute was fun, but not relaxing, as they crammed so much information about traditional Chinese vet medicine in her head she was wondering if it was going to explode. The drive from Ocala to Charleston after classes wrapped up on Sunday afternoon was a bit of a trek because she had to plow through a tornado warning in Gainesville and a gigantic construction delay on I-95 near the Okefenokee swamp in Georgia. Randy says Georgia has more orange construction barrels on the roads than anywhere else he has been.
She was tired by the time she got to Charleston Sunday night, but Monday made up for that. Instead of trying to cram more information into her head by going to Fort Sumter, she let a
Percheron named Bill cart her around. Bill's shift is six weeks on and four weeks off, and yesterday was the last day before his vacation. He said he was feeling antsy and was looking forward to horsing around on the pasture for a while. Randy said Bill must belong to a pretty good union(the Teamsters?).
Sheila was quite excited about getting to ride shotgun. Later she had dinner with an old friend from graduate school. She didn't say if she did any shopping(we always find out about that later).
Now she's off with her Monster drink to her next overnight in Richmond. She'll hit Lancaster County tomorrow, where she will impose herself on old friends for a couple of days and sweetly ask to use their washing machine. Her biggest problem right now is that she can't find the AUX jack on her rental car.
Sheila says she likes the nomadic lifestyle, hopping from one Hampton Inn to the next, but also said she missed me a lot and would probably come home after the
Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival this weekend.
