For most people, I imagine that road trips are simple affairs of pack yo bags, pack yo wife, errybody up in here get in the car.
Me? Well, I complicate things.
Let’s play “Justification”:
I’m going back home to Ain’tcraphere, Virginia where the closest grocery store is nearly an hour away and forget any version of Walgreens or CVS, Honeychild. You gots the Walmart and its buy in bulk subsidiary of Sam’s Club. Which means if you’re going to be making anything outside of what Cookie in Atlantis would consider a food group then count yourself out of luck. It’s okay…I’ll just order online, you think to yourself, while the inhabitants start laughing. Sorry, kiddo, Nowheresville, Virginia is on the wrong side of the Digital Divide and most people round these here parts don’t even own a computer while those who do are on a dialup connection.
So, I feel a bit justified when I get a little obsessive with the planning trips back to the mountains.
I love those mountains…they get in your blood and when the leaves start to turn it is one of the most beautiful places in the world. The people have a sort of neighborly way about them because your blood runs deep as generations of your relatives have lived there but you also inherit the family nemeses. I’m looking at you Old Man Creasey, you know what you did and even if I’m a bit hazy on the details that were handed down but the line in the sand has been drawn. For Narnia!
Honeybaked Ham (Thanks, Penguin!)
Marshmallow Fluff (apparently, it’s “rare” this year…and I’ve been tasked with importing it)
Fabric for apron (it’s a thing, I’ll take pictures)
Pillow and fabric for cover (because sewing is dangerous)
The Blue Whale and corresponding yarn
Mawmaw’s purple shawl (in progress)
Yarn for Granny
Greenbean casserole stuffs
Spanish Binder (Homeworks, yo.)
Camera and charger
Rice paper wrappers