Back from a great class reunion

Sunday was boring as one might expect. We got up and had breakfast at the buffet again, packed up, and drove to I-75. We did not attend worship but listened to a Steve Brown teaching tape instead. We stopped at virtually every rest area we came to because I have twisted my back somehow. It is not good to ride or sit too long at a time. For the first time in many trips, I got drowsy and pulled over so Evelyn could drive. I didn’t sleep long but was refreshed. We had eaten a lot for breakfast so we didn’t stop for lunch until after 2. Evelyn wanted fried chicken for lunch so we looked for a KFC. Somehow we began following a sign that we thought would lead us to one just off the highway. It happened around Lexington again, where we had a long trek to find a Red Lobster just two days ago. Our Lord must have a great sense of humor. We won’t get hungry around Lexington again, unless we are staying there. We spend too much time looking for restaurants. We drove on to Corbin and went on to 25E because we wanted to go to some of the many flea markets along that road. Unfortunately, there was not one open. In fact we suspect that they had not been open anytime on the weekend. We talked with Tom and LuAnn, making a plan to meet them for lunch in Sylva tomorrow. We need to exchange portable grills and discuss more plans for our cruise to South America next January. We came on home and found Father’s Day cards from the girls. I am certainly blessed to have them for daughters. We also talked with Bonny Winston until the phone battery died in the mountains. We also received calls from both of the girls. I returned them both but Stacy must have not received her message but Emily called back. They fly out of LA next weekend. We unpacked and had some popcorn before going to bed.