Thursday, October 16, 2014
Close to Nowhere
OK, I didn’t even see any cats on my recent trip to Nashville, Tenn.
Didn’t go to the Parthenon, one of my favorite places in Nashville. Didn’t go to the Opryland Mills shops. Didn’t go to the Aquarium to eat. Actually, I didn’t do any of the myriad of things I like to do when I go to Nashville.
Actually, I didn’t really go to Nashville. My niece Sister’s son Blake and wife Katelin are moving from an apartment in Hendersonville to a really big house in Hendersonville — which is sort of a suburb of Nashville.
Sister, who is a cook on a river barge, got off the Lydia Campbell Wednesday. Actually, very, very early Thursday — 1:30 a.m. early.
She had planned to come to my house and we’d go together to Hendersonville. Instead, I met her in Jackson, Tenn., and we followed each other — with a quick stop in Dickson, Tenn., at Granny B’s Quilt Shop — a fabulous shop!
I’d made reservations at a Day’s Inn — Blake and Katelin’s apartment was on the third floor and I wasn’t walking three flights up with my bum ankle and poor ole arthritic hips. Sister wasn’t keen on that walk either.
When I made the reservations, I told the computer that I wanted a hotel close to the airport and Hendersonville.
I usually like Day’s Inn, so when that one popped up, I “booked” it. I had no idea where Lebanon, Tenn., was in relation to where we wanted to be.
Turns out Lebanon is 30 miles or so from where we wanted to be.
I drove back and forth and back and forth picking up stuff, dropping stuff off and then headed off to 360 Burgers, where Sister’s other son is the bartender and had really, really good burgers for lunch. I think when were were at the burger place is the only time we were actually in Nashville.
Friday, Sister and I spent the day running around doing errands, eventually ending up back at the apartment where the U-Haul was being loaded.
Poor ole me, I was forced to sit outside and read a book while everyone else ran up and down the three flights of stairs. I really felt bad about it.
Saturday morning — moving day — was quite hectic. The U-Haul was packed to the brim, Blake’s car, Katelin’s car, Katelin’s mom’s car, Sister’s car, Johnny and Donny’s car, Emily and Ryan’s car and my van were all packed full.
I dropped my van load off around lunchtime and then — I left. Seems like I had this long drive home.
Easiest moving I’ve ever done!
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