What's a vacation??
So, Trevor had this past week off beginning on Tuesday.
A last minute decision, we decided to go to Jacksonville to visit his grandmother, Iris.
First we went to Miami where Trevor's parents live (Actually Homestead, where hurricane Andrew hit all thos years ago.) Trevor's dad took Trevor's truck to some local place to get it tuned up, oil changed, brakes fixed, and A/C recharged. Truck was running great.
I had intended to call my friend Liz who lives in the Panhandle. However, as I was moving things around in the truck, I dropped my cell phone into a cup of water. How. I have no idea... I think it jumped. So now my cell phone is dead. Nothing, can't even turn it on. Ah, well, maybe it will work if I dry it out.
Next day, we set out to Jacksonville which went rather uneventfully. We knew hurricane Jeanne was heading that way, so I told Trevor how I thought we were just going up there to secure her home for her since she is in her late 70's. Oh, sure, she's mentally alert, very healthy, and very active, but a short woman like her cannot do her boarding up by herself.
We spent the next day shopping for hurricane needs and then putting up the boards. Iris then wanted to evacuate to Baxley, Georgia, so she called around some hotels that she could find names of. (Iris is not modern with computers)
We drove maybe an hour to get to Baxley... and what do we find ...
Iris made reservations at this place called The Scottish Inn. Sounds pretty cool...
When we got there, it looked like The Bates Motel in the remake of Psycho... the one with Vince Vaughn and Anne Heche... Only the Bates Motel would have been cleaner, I'm sure. Oh, it wasn't filthy, no rats or roaches... it was... aged.
We stayed there for two nights. Iris knows Trevor and I live together, but while we were with her, we would NOT be sleeping in the same bed. So, while at Iris' house, I slept in one room and Trevor slept in another...
At the motel... Trevor and his adopted cousin slept in one room, Iris, Pee-Wee and I slept in another room.
The Cousin, A.C. drove Iris in her car while Trevor and I followed. So, when we went back to Iris' house, we THOUGHT we were following them, but it turns out we lost them in traffic since the traffic lights were not working.
It turned out we followed a car that was the same color as Iris' car.
Once Trevor realized what happened, he turned around to go the other way. I had the window open since I was smoking and we heard this noise... "WHAT WAS THAT!" Trevor said, "Um, a really big rattlesnake?"
Suddenly that noise stops, and we hear the noise of a blown tire. We pull over onto the side of the road to see if it was a flat... of COURSE it was.
No problem, I know how to change a tire, so let's go find some solid ground to change the tire.
Well.... we broke the jack. It was not coming back down and it wouldn't extend far enough for us to actually change the tire.
I was pissed off for about 3 minutes, but like Trevor said, it was just too funny to be angry for long. AND it's beginning to rain! AND we were in an area where the cell phone wouldn't work... Trevor's phone, mind you, forget about mine... My phone DID dry out, but I don't have roaming. So, we were then stranded.
I eventually flagged down a truck to ask if they had a bigger jack. How lucky did we get? their jack was the same size as our broken one, but these guys were loggers and had chainsaws in the back of the truck, so one guy cut a block from a nearby tree. (Trevor is even now reading over my shoulder, laughing, because it DOES sound like I am making it up, but I SWEAR I'm not.)
So as these guys were changing the tire FOR us, Pee-Wee wants to get out of the truck and be nosy. Then the one guy started telling us about his grandma's old dog who was also a chihuahua... also named Pee-wee. (I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP!)
FINALLY we get back on the right track and finally make it to Iris' house.
Iris takes us to this Tire Kingdom and buys Trevor four NEW tires. Wow... amazingly nice of her.
The trip back was also uneventful, but we did see areas in West Palm Beach that were... black. These poor people have no power.
So, we get home, unload the truck, blah blah blah.
I fed Pee-Wee... who proceeded to vomit. I cleaned that up, threw the towel into the washer... and Pee-Wee proceeds to vomit. So I grabbed the same towel, and cleaned THAT up. Turned on the washer... you guessed it, Pee_Wee decides to vomit AGAIN. I guess I got a whiff of it, cause I started to dry heave. Trevor came to finish cleaning up Pee-Wee's mess while I went to the bathroom... to vomit.
Ahhhhh, vacation.
A last minute decision, we decided to go to Jacksonville to visit his grandmother, Iris.
First we went to Miami where Trevor's parents live (Actually Homestead, where hurricane Andrew hit all thos years ago.) Trevor's dad took Trevor's truck to some local place to get it tuned up, oil changed, brakes fixed, and A/C recharged. Truck was running great.
I had intended to call my friend Liz who lives in the Panhandle. However, as I was moving things around in the truck, I dropped my cell phone into a cup of water. How. I have no idea... I think it jumped. So now my cell phone is dead. Nothing, can't even turn it on. Ah, well, maybe it will work if I dry it out.
Next day, we set out to Jacksonville which went rather uneventfully. We knew hurricane Jeanne was heading that way, so I told Trevor how I thought we were just going up there to secure her home for her since she is in her late 70's. Oh, sure, she's mentally alert, very healthy, and very active, but a short woman like her cannot do her boarding up by herself.
We spent the next day shopping for hurricane needs and then putting up the boards. Iris then wanted to evacuate to Baxley, Georgia, so she called around some hotels that she could find names of. (Iris is not modern with computers)
We drove maybe an hour to get to Baxley... and what do we find ...
Iris made reservations at this place called The Scottish Inn. Sounds pretty cool...
When we got there, it looked like The Bates Motel in the remake of Psycho... the one with Vince Vaughn and Anne Heche... Only the Bates Motel would have been cleaner, I'm sure. Oh, it wasn't filthy, no rats or roaches... it was... aged.
We stayed there for two nights. Iris knows Trevor and I live together, but while we were with her, we would NOT be sleeping in the same bed. So, while at Iris' house, I slept in one room and Trevor slept in another...
At the motel... Trevor and his adopted cousin slept in one room, Iris, Pee-Wee and I slept in another room.
The Cousin, A.C. drove Iris in her car while Trevor and I followed. So, when we went back to Iris' house, we THOUGHT we were following them, but it turns out we lost them in traffic since the traffic lights were not working.
It turned out we followed a car that was the same color as Iris' car.
Once Trevor realized what happened, he turned around to go the other way. I had the window open since I was smoking and we heard this noise... "WHAT WAS THAT!" Trevor said, "Um, a really big rattlesnake?"
Suddenly that noise stops, and we hear the noise of a blown tire. We pull over onto the side of the road to see if it was a flat... of COURSE it was.
No problem, I know how to change a tire, so let's go find some solid ground to change the tire.
Well.... we broke the jack. It was not coming back down and it wouldn't extend far enough for us to actually change the tire.
I was pissed off for about 3 minutes, but like Trevor said, it was just too funny to be angry for long. AND it's beginning to rain! AND we were in an area where the cell phone wouldn't work... Trevor's phone, mind you, forget about mine... My phone DID dry out, but I don't have roaming. So, we were then stranded.
I eventually flagged down a truck to ask if they had a bigger jack. How lucky did we get? their jack was the same size as our broken one, but these guys were loggers and had chainsaws in the back of the truck, so one guy cut a block from a nearby tree. (Trevor is even now reading over my shoulder, laughing, because it DOES sound like I am making it up, but I SWEAR I'm not.)
So as these guys were changing the tire FOR us, Pee-Wee wants to get out of the truck and be nosy. Then the one guy started telling us about his grandma's old dog who was also a chihuahua... also named Pee-wee. (I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP!)
FINALLY we get back on the right track and finally make it to Iris' house.
Iris takes us to this Tire Kingdom and buys Trevor four NEW tires. Wow... amazingly nice of her.
The trip back was also uneventful, but we did see areas in West Palm Beach that were... black. These poor people have no power.
So, we get home, unload the truck, blah blah blah.
I fed Pee-Wee... who proceeded to vomit. I cleaned that up, threw the towel into the washer... and Pee-Wee proceeds to vomit. So I grabbed the same towel, and cleaned THAT up. Turned on the washer... you guessed it, Pee_Wee decides to vomit AGAIN. I guess I got a whiff of it, cause I started to dry heave. Trevor came to finish cleaning up Pee-Wee's mess while I went to the bathroom... to vomit.
Ahhhhh, vacation.