Back from Ohio. Getting there was hideous. It took twice as long as should have and not just because of grandma driving. Bad accidents. Detoured off the highway, driving back roads in Kentucky after dark. Yep.
K and were repeatedly mistaken for lesbians. In a polite, let me drop in that I know women who’ve had a commitment ceremony type of way. Oy.
I was gonna write this whole thing about how weird and creepily middle American Ohio is, but I’m lazy and tired. High points include T’giving with K’s family, pedicures in awesome massage chairs, and insane shopping/antiquing trip to a quaint little town in which I over heard the follow conversation as a couple was coming out of a store:
Husband: Did I tell you and about what happened to Hodges?
H: He went out ot his cruiser and it was broken down. So he had to get another on from the station and he checked the oil in that before he went out and it was bone dry!
Apparently police forces in rural/suburban Ohio don’t have mechanics? The poor man appalled at this turn of events.
Mind you this happened in small town where they had Santa at one of the street, for pics with kids and Santa gave each kid a trick or treat type bag and then all the stores on Main St. were giving out holiday candy and toys trick or treat style. Savvy town marketing to get parents in to shop, I guess.
I alos read the local papers while I was there. God save our country if anyone is using the Cinci paper for real news. Eep.
All in all the weather was gorgeous and we had a good time. I have a fabulous new scarf from K’s aunt and am considering knitting as possible fuiture exercise. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone.
My toes look fabulous. Although the color looked good in the bottle. On my toes? It looks like something my mom would have picked.