Convergence and travel

As I stated previously, yesterday was the convergence of Foreclosure Day, Super Tuesday and Fat Tuesday. While the citizens of New Orleans, Rio, Mobile and other places were having a last blow out before the 'lean times' of Lent, I was driving around South Georgia, trying to find courthouses and the appropriate courthouse steps from which to cry out foreclosure sales. By the time I got to Columbus at the end of the day, I was worn out. Driving down the interstate toward Florida is not that bad, particularly as you are dreaming about going to the beach and eating seafood, but when you are forced to veer off the interstate, drive through the country, follow pickup trucks, farming equipment and other assorted slow drivers, then veer back, up and down and back to where you started so you can get to the next set of counties, it does wear on you.

In my case, I started driving to Coffee County, then Ben Hill County, and then back south and west through Tifton to Albany and then on to Columbus. By the time I completed that circuit, I had basically run a slash through South Georgia, from near the coast to the Alabama border. Then, of course, I got to come back home through Harris County. Other than seeing a lot of farmland and places where they process agricultural products, I finally got to stop at Three Little Pigs Barbecue in Pine Mountain and pick up a couple of pounds for the freezer back home.

In the meantime, Patti and Scott were trying to make a circuit from Griffin up to the northwestern corner of Georgia and back and Lisa was running a crescent from Butts County up through Walton County and on up to Hall and Dawson Counties. That left her a few minutes to get to class. We all were getting back rather late in the afternoon.

There was not much Fat Tuesday for me, unless you want to count the fried fish I had for lunch. I stopped for lunch and, as you would expect, the person at the drive through gave me my lunch, but left out utensils and napkins. I don't know what these people think we are doing. In case anyone who works in a fast food restaurant is reading, I do not carry around eating utensils in my car. As far as I know, no one else does. I did have napkins in the glove box though.

But eating cole slaw with your fingers is not the easiest thing to do. I have experience in that regard, though. When I was in camp up in the Northeast Georgia mountains as a young teenager, one night the dining hall people gave us food for a cookout. We headed out and ate hamburgers and hotdogs. At the end of the meal, our cabin counseler informed us that they had sent an aluminum foil sheet of cole slaw for the campers. Unfortunately, they didn't send any eating utensils. Our counselor offered the cole slaw to anybody and I was the only taker. So there I sat at the end of our meal, eating cole slaw with my fingers.

So once again, I drove through South Georgia, eating cole slaw with my fingers. Fortunately, I had enough napkins to clean up the mess after it was all over.

Boy, I hope Cindy doesn't read this blog. I can see her rolling her eyes now.

Tomorrow Cindy's parents leave and head back to East Tennessee. It has been fun having them here. I'm sure that we will be able to maneuver without them when they leave. Cindy seems to be picking up pretty well at this point.