I made it back to Mississippi Wednesday night from Texas a little after 8 pm, thanks to an hour delay to drive 9 miles between Longview and Marshall. Pretty sure it was faster and easier to make the trip home going across Mississippi and Arkansas even at 55 mph, and a whole lot prettier. I was up Thursday morning to go give clinical exams for the next two days.
It was a busy 4 days after I got home to Texas last Friday night. Sis had cleaning up dad's workshop/barn on her list, along with sprucing up the decks. Dad wanted to go out to the barn with us Saturday morning to "supervise." I think he thought we might throw away something, although we assured him we were just straightening and sweeping and getting out real trash, like empty feed bags, etc. He wanted to go anyway, and we wheeled him down in the wheelchair to watch and keep us company. Later, he came out on the deck to explain how to put the tomato cages on, since Sis had not gotten it done before the tomato plants got pretty big. We all enjoyed the time and effort. It was a wonderful day and he laughed and enjoyed being with us, and so did we, and all agreed it was worth it even though it really tired him out and sapped his limited strength. I went back Tuesday afternoon and finished straightening the workbench, putting away tools, cleaning up some spilled screws, and sweeping out the rest of the shop. Dad was always meticulous about putting away his tools, in their proper place, and keeping his work area clean and organized, and it was satisfying, if somewhat bittersweet, to be working in his space, organizing again.
I recall when I learned about queuing for the first time. I was in New York, and being from Texas where folks just walk up randomly and haphazardly and order, I had checked out the foods in the deli case and once I decided, looked up to order. Someone behind me or beside me said, "Get in the queue, it's not your turn" or something to that effect. Oops, "sorry, I did not mean to cut in line." I just did not know that there was a line, being a rube from Texas and all. Queuing is also common in England, Europe, and South Africa, and I do see it more and more in the US. For sure, I am much more observant now about whether or not it is my turn. Mississippi seems to have an issue with queuing at the 4-way stops, too, as in "I stopped, now I get to go" regardless of how many of the other 3 vehicles were there first and had already stopped.
In my next life, I shall be the Queue police, and have a little hover board. When folks on the highway don't queue, I will pull them over and cite them, plus have them wait until all the cars they passed to cut in line have gone, plus, an extra 10 cars for punishment. I will need a really good camera/computer database to keep up with that, won't I?