Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Road Trip: Franklin, Tennessee and parts thereabouts
If that was not enough (the gorgeous downtown) 1/2 block from the doc's office is a Whole Foods. "Wow, they have a Whole Foods! I can go shopping for Thanksgiving dinner while you are seeing the doctor!" Do you really think food will keep the 4 1/2 hours for the trip back home? No, but did I mention that I love Whole Foods? When I was doing graduate work on my PhD at UTArlington, one of the best perks was the opportunity to run over to Dallas to the Whole Foods on those days I finished early and had a few hours to spare before the drive home, or the days I had to be in Oak Cliff--Gateway to Dallas--for my research practicum, and it was not even out of the way to zip over.
It was another beautiful drive back to the Interstate, and we learned that the "bridge" was the Natchez Park Traceway. That made sense for why there was not an entrance/exit ramp. Not too long after we made the I-40, I wanted a quick exit to the McDonald's and grab a Coke. As I pulled into the lot, I noted an SUV pulling a boat, parked across ALL 3 Handicapped spaces by the door. I said I thought I would just stop in front of him, but J said "please don't make a scene." Luck was on my side, and the non-handicapped space directly in front of the vehicle (pictured below) was open. I pulled in. There was no way he could move until I did.
Back on the Interstate, and deeply regretting the choice to exit, we were stuck in bumper-to-bumper and at times, dead standstill traffic, for no reason we could discern. Law enforcement was on the side of the road--which always tends to slow things down--but we saw no wrecks or other reasons to delay traffic. We finally opted thanks to Google maps, iPhones, and Nuvi, to exit and took a back road. That was both good and bad: good, it got us off the stand-still Interstate; bad, as we topped a hill on 2-lane traffic, we are approached head-on by a car in our lane who has passed on a hill in a no-passing lane, at night, in the dark. I braked and swerved right and he or she sped up and swerved in front of the car being passed. Let me just say that at that moment, J said, "I am glad you came with me today." So was I.
So, getting home 2 hours later than planned, and my unwillingness to go to the grocery store then, and the distinct possibility that it would have been pointless at 9 pm the night before Thanksgiving anyway, we very well might be having "pantry staples" for dinner tomorrow.
You know what I am thankful for in spite of this? That J is better, this doctor is interested and caring, we made it safely home, and even if it is not special, we will eat tomorrow.