Steven and I are on our way to NC with the truck to fetch a sewing machine (is that a surprise?) It is Mom's and she has vacated her apartment in favor of an easier lifestyle. I admit, I am not a fan of an electronic Husqvarna/Viking. I have one. I live in fear that the motherboard will die. Plus, I don't much like the stitch. Mom's is an older Viking but she has a lovely Horn cabinet and I really, really want that. It will house a sewing machine and a serger. I may have to move my Singer 42 (GASP) cabinet to make a space for it in the living room. Then, what would I do with that lovely art deco cabinet? Oh Dear. It is good to have choices.
We set out this morning. IN THE RAIN. It poured. When it finally stopped, around Harrisburg, we hit traffic. Our average MPH dropped dramatically. It is hard to make any miles when you are creeping along sandwiched among the tractor trailer trucks. Then, for no reason, the highway shat out its blockage and we were sailing along.
The clouds continued to threaten but somewhere in Virginia the sky cleared. My spirits lifted and we started chewing up the miles.
The sun set a couple of hours later and the fog rolled in. We are settled in at a Red Roof Inn now. Dogs always welcomed.