Over the interstate and to Ohio we go…
For the first time in my 51 years, I didn’t spend Thanksgiving day with my entire family; instead, I chose a different route. I spent this past Thanksgiving with my daughter and son-in-law, Sydney and Alex, in Lebanon, Ohio, which is not far from Cincinnati.
Part I
For the first time in my 51 years, I didn’t spend Thanksgiving day with my entire family; instead, I chose a different route. I spent this past Thanksgiving with my daughter and son-in-law, Sydney and Alex, in Lebanon, Ohio, which is not far from Cincinnati.
My plan was to rent a car and enjoy a road trip but I couldn’t find anyone who wanted to spend their Thanksgiving doing what I was doing except for one other person, my ex-husband. So I took him along for the ride and most importantly, to pay for half of the expenses.
Brad and I have been divorced for over 20 years and this trip was not to “reignite” our love, for those of you who are wondering. We have remained friends over the years because we still had Sydney to raise and I decided a traveling companion was probably safer than traveling alone.
We picked the rental up the Monday before Thanksgiving and hit the road for at least an 11 hour or more drive. I’ve never seen so many dead deer on the side of the road as I did while driving through Arkansas, Missouri and Illinois. We ended up stopping in Illinois for the night and continued on the next morning, making it to Ohio around noon but only because I was driving over 80 mph.
Sydney and Alex live in a townhouse and the bedroom I was staying in was upstairs. I forgot about the stairs and my “bad knee” but thought I could manage for the next five days, as long as I didn’t make too many trips up and down them.
I also have two male grand kitties, Tucker and Toby. I was worried about Tucker (who weighs in at 27 pounds) going down the stairs because he’s a little on the ‘heavy side’ like me. After a few days of going up and down the stairs, I decided Tucker and Toby knew what they were doing. They glided up and down the stairs multiple times with ease but my bad knee sounded like a box of Rice Krispies popping when you pour milk over them.
Later that evening while I was attempting to make another trip upstairs, I decided I was going to do what the cats were doing. I took two steps, made sure no one was watching and got down on all fours. I took the stairs one step at a time while laughing at myself, but it was better on my knee.
The next morning, to my surprise, my son-in-law informed me they had security cameras all over the house and my moment had been captured. So much for privacy.
