Did you go to the park? Did you grill? Did you meet with friends for the Memorial Day Weekend?
I did something a bit different. On Saturday, I drove alone from Chicago to Connecticut. On Sunday, I drove back. Then on Monday, my family resumed packing.
Why would I do such a nutty thing as drive 1,800 miles with gas prices higher than ever? To get our stuff out of storage. You see, my little family is was spread across three coasts: the Atlantic, the Pacific and Lake Michigan.
My mission in Connecticut was to retrieve boxes we inherited after my mother-in-law passed away in August. I would have loved to take the whole family, but this was more a military mission than vacation. With the kids, it would have taken a week.
So at 3:30 a.m. Saturday morning, I jumped into the mini van and drove like a banshee to Connecticut. I had to make it before 6 p.m. when the storage facility closed.
Traffic was fantastic – no one can afford gas, it seems. Instead, the roadways – or sides of them – were filled with many dead deer and state troopers checking the speed of the family Honda.
I made it to Connecticut at 5 p.m. Eastern time. Unbelievable! Family put me up for the night.
On Sunday, I reversed course and headed back. No problems. Best gas prices were in Ohio at about $3.80 a gallon, by the way.
After recovering, I woke up Monday morning to do a zillion loads of laundry and join in packing festivities. Our lease expires at the end of June, you see, and we’re going to be too busy the next few weekends to not take advantage of the packing opportunity.
The night and weekend ended by watching Curious George. The kids seemed a bit unsure about the movie. Even Curious George was a bit too intense for them! I’m not kidding.
I’m back at work now, but I could really use an extended weekend.