We stayed last night at the Best Western in Manchester, South Willow street. The lady at the desk was super nice. She set us up. She knew what we needed. She gave us a great rate. And she pointed us to the laundry. I am not sure if she knew her business really well, or she smelled something funny when we came in. I did notice a wrinkling of the nose.
When we got up the next morning, we started the house keeping. Blog, electronic chargers, finish the laundry. (Have you noticed that carrying cell phones, ipods, netbooks, and mp3 players all require maintenance that we never did in the past? We traveled and we would steal as much ice from the ice machine as possible, but we never had to make sure the cell was charged. New world.)
The continental breakfast was now normal. Had waffles. The guy that invented the rotating waffle iron for motels, must have made a bundle. Not only do they make a great waffle, they are fun. (If you haven't experienced this yet, you gotta have the waffle. Can you just hear Donkey in Shrek. "And in the morning, I'm makin' waffles." Bet he was hoping to use a motel waffle iron that flips.)
We decided to sign up for another night and gave Beaulieau's a call. This is a super family. Dawn and Alan have been good friends since the 70's. They have six children, all home-schooled. I can't believe their youngest, Michelle is now high school age. Alan is an economics speaker and travels all over the states to address companies. I think they like his New England accent mostly. But he must know what he is talking about, or they wouldn't have him back. He is published and we got his book last Christmas. Of course, he wasn't there. He was in Florida. That is what you get when you arrive unannounced.
Dawn is a crafter. JoAnn Fabrics would be proud if Dawn endorsed them. You have got to see her crafting room. There must be 3,000 boxes and trays with little stars here, little beads there. Stamps, you know, the little wooden blocks with some cute little design or saying; there must have been a thousand of those. Paper of every kind, shape, size, and color.
And that is not the only thing she does. She is a mother, a home school teacher, and a crafter. She actively works as a Sunday School teacher for the rug rats. Now she is looking to possibly teach or aid in the special needs area at the Christian School. She also has an ongoing project to start a business providing tea parties for little kids. Can you say busy, without breaking sweat thinking about her day?
So, here we are in their kitchen, catching up on lost times, cracking jokes about the rain on the trip. Dawn gently asked me to turn around. Yep, it was raining. But, it was time to leave. We had decided to drive to Maine on Day7 to see the Holloways. I will just go out and grab the rain suits and….
When we got to the Beaulieau's, it was nice out. So, the helmets were left on the bike. I think I forgot that during the whole afternoon of rain. At least they were upright and not upside down. We did that once while in Florida. Never trust Florida weather. We had stopped at Tom's, Connie's bother in Tallahassee. We hooked the helmets on the bike. When they hang on the hooks, they are upside down. Three hours later, we had literally a helmet full of water. It took a couple of days to dry them out.
On the way back to our room, we stopped for supper, Famous Dave's BBQ. Great food. Way too much. There went my diet. (Actually, my diet went away somewhere on Day1.) When we got back to the room, there was no watching TV. No movie, no shower, no reading, no blogging. I just died.
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