9am Bid adieu to the family and head on out again. I am a woman of the road.
10am Realize road trip blogs are not that interesting. Weigh the possibilities of skipping right to Chicago but decide to persevere. Sorry.
11am Don’t even sneer as I pass George Bush freeway in Dallas. I’m very mature and accepting now.
4pm Hit the Oklahoma rest stop for a map.
4:10pm Overhear the rest area employees talking: “Sheila, try this. It’s hummus. Comes from the hummus plant.”
4:32pm Buy peaches on the roadside from the gentlest woman alive.
4:35pm Spot some hummus plants.
5pm Cannot find a radio station not talking about Jesus. Listen to a hip DJ insist that if you’re lost and you need wisdom, you just need to wait and Jesus will give it to you. I want to say, ‘Why don’t you go ahead and get the knowledge yourself instead of waiting?’ Actually, I do say it, but she doesn’t hear.
6:20pm Stop again at Walmart. Again, the only audio book for sale is Glen Beck’s. Still a no.
6:22pm See a man too fat to walk using a Rascal. Realize I could be caught on the People of Walmart blog. Shake a leg.
11pm Make it Joplin, MO before hitting my last hotel of the trip.
