The beginning of the weekend.

Boy, was that a round about trip from Griffin, Georgia to Clinton, South Carolina. I left the office around 11:00 a.m. and went to two different banks, making deposits and cashing check (1). When I was through, I went home, knowing that my wife had left the task of making the bed, mopping the kitchen floor and vacuuming the downstairs carpets. Since she had had about three hours to finish her preparations for our leaving, I assumed she would have had a bath and would have got her clothes and what-not together for the trip. Boy was I wrong.

Instead, she gave me my orders and hopped in the shower. I had already swapped cars at the garage, since we were leaving to travel in Cindy's car. When all the chores were completed and everything was in the car, including kitchen chairs Kate wanted to borrow for her apartment and two long formal dresses from which she would pick for a dance tonight.

Anyway, we both got in the car and I turned the key in the ignition. Unfortunately, the starter didn't start and the battery seemed dead. So I called the garage back and they promised to bring my other car and pick up the one with the dead battery.

An hour and one half hour later, the wrecker driver arrived with a wrecker and my car. I quickly transferred all of the items in Cindy's car, with the exception of the kitchen chairs, which would not fit. We were finally on the road.

Due to the lateness of the hour, Cindy suggested we go the back route past Athens and on to Clinton through the woods of Northeast Georgia and the country in the uplands south of Clinton.

We drove to Jackson and Monticello and on to Madison. I was followed by a sheriff's car for most of the route between Monticello and Madison. He exited the highway to enter onto Interstate 20 and we then got caught in the most bizarre traffic intersection on the south side of Madison, where the road from Covington and the road from Eatonton combine. We waited and waited and waited.

Finally, we made our way through town and headed toward Watkinsville and Athens. After an hour of driving, I found the bypass and wound down through traffic until I found Georgia 72. This would be the last road to Clinton. We turned off and followed the 72 signs through little Georgia towns, across Lake Richard B. Russell, into South Carolina, through the oddly designed roads of Abbeville and the urban blight of Greenwood, South Carolina. Finally, we arrived in Clinton and delivered the dresses to Kate.

Tonight we sleep in the big beds of Hampton Inn, Clinton. Tomorrow, Homecoming for PC alumni, a game for us, and a corsage for Kate. Later we will eat supper, probably in Greenville, and attend church in Clinton, probably at First Presbyterian, and head back to Georgia. These are our plans, short as they are. Go Dogs! Go Generals! Go Blue Hose!

I am very tired.