The day of departure started out with a bang...of thunder, that is. I awoke to the sound of a full-blown storm in Marshalltown this morning. I was hoping to get left sooner than later and beat the heat, but the rain held us back. We drove through rain for the first hour with some torrential downpours as we neared Grinnell. Thankfully, just past Grinnell, the rain subsided and the farther south we drove, the more sun we saw. I watched the exterior temperature climb higher and higher from 86 to 94.
A quick stop at the Kirksville, Missouri McDonald's for lunch was our halfway point. Mary napped and read a couple magazines on the second half of our trip. Mary's never been prone to car sickness in the past, so it never occurred to me that she would be now or that she shouldn't be reading while riding. However, about 40 minutes into our dodging and weaving on I-70 trying to keep up with the 75 mph traffic so we didn't get run over, she says, "I don't feel so good." I did not want to pull off the road at this point, so I put my nurses hat on while I was still wearing my chauffer's cap and started giving her the remedy to cure the tummy quease:
"Stop reading the magazine and focus on the outside;
turn the A/C on high and aim the vents on your face;
take sips of your water;
take some deep breaths; and
hang in there--
we only have 20 more miles on this stretch of road."
Thankfully, we made it to Pam and Matt's exit without further incident, and Mary felt much better when she got out of the vehicle. When I peeled my hands from the death grip I had on the steering wheel, and got out to kiss the ground, I felt much better, too. Did I mention, I don't like Interstate driving??
The heat index was 111. I don't think it was even that hot when we vacationed in Florida last year!
Mary and I we're welcomed into the Osborne Inn in style. Posters graced the fireplace and our "guestroom" door proclaiming our special week visiting the Saint Louis area. Mints on our pillows and a basket of t-shirts and random coupons and gift cards were just a few of the thoughtful touches Pam and Matt had prepared for our arrival. There was even a special binder with printouts and information from various websites of our designated destinations for the week.
After carrying luggage inside, we ventured out with Pam. Our first stop had to be Starbucks as I was in dire need of a caffeinated beverage. At Wal-Mart, we stocked up on items for the week--not that we plan to spend much time at home, but just in case.
Back at Pam and
Matt's, I prepared blueberry cornmeal muffins (Aunt Bev's recipe) with the blueberries I had picked at Bev's the night before. I had also brought some Iowa Peaches 'n Cream sweet corn. Pam fixed Three-Cheese Lasagna Hamburger Helper, while I husked the corn. We picked up some salad in a bag and threw some grape tomatoes on top for color. Pam and I can't remember the last time we cooked in the kitchen together. It was fun sister time, and it tasted pretty good, too. Grandma Helen would've been proud of her "two" grandchildren cooking.
Gift giving commenced after supper. We had chosen a Mt. Dew t-shirt for Uncle Matt, and for Pam, a recycled Scrabble tile "P" necklace. The method of gifting the necklace to Pam had to, of course, be unique. Mary coaxed Pam into playing a game of Scrabble and we had planted the necklace in the bag of tiles and patiently waited for Pam to draw it out of the bag. It worked great and Pam was very surprised.
We game played until Mary was beyond silly and my eyes were heavy and exhaustion settled in.