I’m going to shed a tear or two when we fire up the motor home and pull out of Murdo this morning. I’m overwhelmed with emotion. Kip just said, “You’re going to cry when we leave aren’t you? I didn’t cry when we left my hometown of Laramie and all of the girls I used to date,” he said.
That was the wrong thing for him to say. I will admit, he was a good sport about hauling me around and taking pictures of me with all of my friends. He even got to talk a little. He hasn’t mentioned yet that we never did see any of my old boyfriends. We all know about the girls he used to date in high school. So what? Nobody made him a sign.
I love this girl I used to babysit. She is so loyal. When she was pretty little, she conned someone into giving her a ride to Mom’s motel where I was renting out rooms. She said she really needed to talk to me. She was crying so hard it was difficult to understand her. She said I had to come and take care of her. Her aunt was babysitting and she wasn’t much fun. Tammy was not happy with me either when I told her I couldn’t leave. She was dragged out of there kicking and screaming. I’m surprised she hasn’t held a grudge.
I love this picture of Kip at breakfast yesterday morning. He was happy with the size of his pancakes. Neither of us has met a meal on this trip we didn’t like.
This is for you, Billy! (He made me promise I would take Kip to the Buffalo for a steak.) This is Kip’s first attempt at an us-ie. The steak was excellent and I want to complement Amy who was our server. She was the best and I don’t think she even realized that I’m Murdo Girl. Is she new in town?
We hurried to get there before your mom left Brenda Kerns Polk. Linda looked fabulous! I forgot to take pictures and Kip didn’t remind me. He said he was grateful Tammy didn’t give me the sign until yesterday, because he would have been burdened with carrying it all over town…
I’m going to stop here. I wanted to get a little something on the blog this morning, but I need some time to write the details of our time in Murdo. There is so much to tell.
We’re going to the City Park now for one last walk with the dogs. There is already a veil of mist covering my eyes. My heart hurts and so does my back, my neck, and my knees. Kip thinks it’s my age and arthritis kicking in. He’s not thinking right. It’s melancholy.
I will write more and share my wonderful photos later today!
The dogs need a walk…