Here, I started rocking. This was no bug-pill dizzy. I felt like I was on an ill-fated cruise ship someplace with nice weather. I wanted to giggle and tell stories but talking was too much on my queasy stomach. Even Don noticed I was quiet. "Tell me a stow-rie." he said, as I rolled from bow to stern. I excused myself to lay down, found that I couldn't sleep, and showed up for dinner to discover I had no desire to eat. I decided to ignore it.
I so much love the Hon's company. Gosh they make me laugh. After dinner, we began our Shanghai tournament. Laurie provided M&M's and bluegrass tunes and so we snacked, danced, and played. The Passing of the Afro took place here and Will finally made it from DC to find us gathered round the table paying cards like this...
Mom and Dad went to bed shortly after Will's arrival but the rest of us stayed up chatting. Will entertained us with stories of his m'antics and kooky roommates and we eventually all headed for bed. I was staying in the Raggedy Ann room. It was slightly creepy. Ann was on every shelf and pillow. Will took one look in there, reminded me of the terrors of Chuckie, and then scampered off to his bedroom, free of any demonic childhood relics.
And so, they zipped.
Back at the house, I took pictures of bugs.
I was happy to hear they had a great time zipping and no body lost any limbs. They swung by the house to pick me up and we headed into town for dinner. While they ate delicious ribs and fried okra and hush puppies, I pecked at a piece of chicken and a tomato wedge. Will confirmed the Zip Line folks suspicions that I had mild altitude sickness and finding out that it wasn't the imaginary brain tumor I'd created that day, really lifted my spirits. I even managed to get down two big scoops of ice cream from Laurie's beloved Kilwins. Again was another night of wigs, card games, and good music. We laughed at stow-ries and were delighted by Dons musings on life and their recounts of the various music festivals they've been attending as they work their way closer and closer to Hippie-dom.
The next morning we all woke up feeling groovy, ate breakfast, had coffee and what did Laurie do? She decided today would be a good day to take the Blue Ridge Parkway, or "The Vomitrail" as Mom called it. Even Dad was worried about hurling on this one. While Dad grumbled about having to stop and smell the roses, we took our cars over to the Cone Estate and walked around Bass Lake.
It was really pretty here and the outdoor walk was not so daunting for Nature Mom. Here at Bass Lake I almost threw-up twice. I am pleased to say though, that it was from laughing so hard on such a weak stomach. First it was because of a toddler named Cameron and his dusty caterpillar. The second time was at the sight of a jogger who appeared to need to use the bathroom. Don's response to this did not help my situation.
And because Will likes to scare his Momma, he did this...
Don also had tricks up his sleeve.
From here we all piled into Dad's truck so that we could Oooh and Aaah collectively, rather than from separate vehicles. We were oohing at the view from the Viaduct, a concept we somehow all found riotous. We pulled off of the Parkway, climbed up a ways and emerged here, at the most glorious of views.
We ate quick little lunch in the park in town and then headed home for afternoon naps and watching Will fish in the little pond in the woods. We had a free-for-all dinner, trying to eat up the leftover food and Mom and Will danced with wigs.
We had a final morning on the deck before Laurie packed up our things and threw us out. We had so much fun up there with the Hons. Looking back now at what's written here, it would appear that we are all mildly deranged, simple folks whose ability to live in the real world is questionable. Surely all family's have wigs and plans for a hydraulic zip-line to and from each others houses. That's why I love these folks. It just is that simple. It just is that funny.
These people are treasures.
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