Here is the sweet little, undermaintained Isuzu that I made my trip in.
As I was getting ready to leave, I told my three cats that I was going to see Dick Biondi, who was newly out of work, and that I'd be back soon...in a few days, most likely. To which my cat Jerry replied, "Meow-WOW-i." (He was trying to say "Biondi"; to this day, I'm convinced of that.)
And, this time of day--12:04AM on the 24th--I had either just crossed the California/Nevada state line, or hadn't quite yet crossed it. I really don't remember.
And thus began my long, long, long trip halfway across the country. Everywhere I went, was this horrible heatwave! I would have roasted to death had my air conditioner not been working. BUT--too damn bad we forgot to maintain the transmission before I left. In the driveway as I type, sits this Isuzu...because the transmission only lasted about a year after I returned from my trip--from San Diego, CA, to East Dundee, IL. Going there, I actually did stop to spend the night at various places along the way. I remember seeing a town called What Cheer, Iowa. What an odd name for a place, I thought. Coming back here, I pulled over to those rest stops and slept in the truck. Damn, I must be adventurous!!!
So, now that I'm on dialysis, I really can't afford to be that adventurous...and I miss it. So, that brings me back to the fact that I really need a transplant, sooner than later. All my nurses agree. Everyone I know agrees. It just comes back around to that, though.
Well...it's way past my bedtime.
Good night, sweetheart...ta-ta, for now!!
(poofski) :-)
