As I write this from the car, Craig and I just battled three hours of traffic to get around New York City and are in hour nine of our drive to Vermont. Craig, the even-keeled Nebraskan, almost lost his mind in the New York traffic and I coolly took the wheel for about 15 minutes until I went mentally insane and ate an entire bag of chocolate goo balls with lard frosting that his grandmother sent from Nebraska and nearly crashed into a median. But now we are cruising towards the Connecticut/Massachusetts border happy as clams.
There is so much stuff in the car that I suggested we stop at a weigh station or two to avoid paying a fine, but the Nebraskan brushed me off with some ridiculous Midwestern wisdom about sheep and patience.
I think the car is so heavy because I’m toting about 15 pounds of stationary up to New England. I have an entire suitcase packed with my computer, my amazing beloved scanner, pens, envelopes, stamps I stole from the office, past blog entries I have to mail, etc. etc. It’s like the pony express in here.
I have a vision of Vermonters being very benevolent people so I imagine I will have a heck of a lot of thank you notes to write and scan in while in the idyllic state. First I will have to write to the maple syrup people, then the folks who sell me charming sweaters with pictures of cows on them, then the guy who maintains the covered bridge, the chief foliage tracker, the lad that drives the Zamboni, and then of course the doctor who patches Craig and I up after we break all our limbs snowboarding. Vermont is going to give me carpel tunnel with all its charm. Only 111.5 miles to go!