Hoosiers and Buckeyes
Today I bid adieu to my Dad and his wife Karen. He is 87. This is the view from his house:
Last night I visited my sister Lynn. She coached my thru painting my finger nails.
Yesterday rain finally fell during several t-storms. I allowed the rain forecast to dissuade me from a shop ride in Mohican again choosing to spend my last night w/ family.
Just hot and humid.
My Dad is curious how I will record my stay. The author of Blue Highways wrote about his relative stays. They were good as mine was, what is hard is to motor away. I enjoyed quality time compressed because the visit was that, not staying and living. As w/ most visits I become part of the hosting group that dilutes my personal time that I need to live my life, as noted by lack of riding and blogging. I was taught to wait to be asked. Karen fed me well, but I waited to be asked instead of my asking. Same w/ Todd and Heather. Hey, what and when are you going to feed me? It’s harder to carve out my personal time. Connecting w/ my past. Recalling history, acknowledging old emotional scars, and enjoying the time spent.
I am back on the road. I am @ a laundromat using the washing machine time to catch up.
Next stop is Indiana to Phil and Allison’s house and Brown County. First I plan on riding Versailles SP. However rain and high heat are forecast.