Dottie phoned and said she wants to drive across multi-states to go to the great American yard sale. It starts in Gasden (I hope I spelled that right) Alabama and winds through several states. I don't know where it ends up.
Now, a couple of weeks ago Dottie saw a psychiatrist who took her off her anti-anxiety medication and put her on some new pill. This medication makes her sound like she's high--really high. Giddy. So here she is wanting to make this long drive at the hottest time of the year to buy things she can't afford and has no room in her house to put what she buys.
Dottie is a pack rat.  Every nook and cranny of her house is stuffed to the gills with stuff. She has a storage locker--also stuffed. Me, the perennial naysayer, said Dottie, gas is so high, it's so hot out and you have a metal cage in your back holding your spine up, you're gonna have to pay for a motel room every night and eat out every day--this is gonna be expensive.
Dottie says she'll get a sleeping bag and sleep in back of the truck (she's using her son's pickup.) Now I know she's lost it. Dottie is a big big woman who has trouble sleeping comfortably in her own bed--now she saying the back of a pickup in 100 degree heat--a woman who keeps her house cold as a meat locker.
I know Dottie like a book. My diagnosis: she has problems and wants to flee, to go somewhere, to get away, and this new medication is giving her flights of fancy. But a multi state yard sale? Oh well..Mmmm....Wonder if I could go with her? Susil
Get back with the food and can't sit and eat it because he has started the car and we are on our way. Years ago Sophie (my venerable teacher) said wouldn't it be fun if I would go with her on one of her overseas trips. I was thinking, right, traveling companion from hell. I loved her dearly but 19th century Viennese mores and strict rules of behavior would have made me crazy. After a couple of hours with her during the lesson and chitchat I wanted, sometimes, to go home and slash my wrists. And yet I loved her.