Day 6

Things have been pretty uneventful this week. We've been busy settling in back in Hawkinsville; our group takes up a row of seven rooms. There are four drivers from out of state here with us; three from Minnesota and one from Alabama. It feels very much like our own little community, sitting together at night just outside our rooms in chairs that have been dragged out from said rooms. We eat together for supper too, for the most part. Then, one-by-one, everybody says good night and turns in. I get my own room, which works well for all parties. It does mean that I have to move at 4:45 every morning to Julie's room and look over the two sleeping boys, but it's great to have my space.

The sunburn is doing much better. Blistering now, but at least I can reach up without dying inside. The  kiddies have had to wait to go out swimming until it's safe for me to venture beyond the shade. It's odd, none of the hotels in town have water in their pools. Something about the new Georgia regulations makes it really expensive to keep them up, so they don't. I'm told there is public pool in a neighboring town for when we're (I'm) in optimal condition. In the meantime, we got a blowup pool to keep 'em cool outdoors.

Word has spread that I'm available for haircuts. $$ That'll add up quick. Psssh. "yeah, ask the guy in the EIGHT THOUSAND dollar suit. Come on!!!" Arrested Development, anyone? Okee, nevermind.

I knew it was only a matter of time, but my thoughts are beginning to take on Georgia speak. In my head, I'll say things like "I was figurin' to..." and "y'all have a good daay". When I hear myself saying "Will you please hand me that flasswawter? Thank ya, sugar." without blinking an eye, it's time to come get me, ok? Oh, and I've been dubbed Nanny Fran by the Alabaman. Brady finds it hilarious. I don't think he knows it's a reference. But then he is only ten.

Good night. Love.

And just because we love Gob.