Today's drive began in farm country and ended in farm country. Once we got past Chicago, it was smooth and easy driving. My INano favored me with an extraordinarily perfect shuffle for the first part of the trip, as we pulled through Chicago's skyline, Iris Dement was crooning "Our Town," a song I first heard performed by Kate Rusby. I don't normally care for the warbly quality of Iris Dement's voice, but it worked. Now, we've stopped in Cleveland for the night. Grocery stores in the area seem sparse, but hopefully I can stock up on any little necessities in Rochester.
We passed a field which seemed to house an army of chocolate-colored cows. "Look, look!" I pointed, but my son was more interested in dumping water on his lap. The coolest part was the sky - it was completely still and flat, like one of those mattes in a Hollywood movie, where the cowboys or Hitchcock characters are riding around and the clouds remain motionless. The whole way it was like that, and with the open road rolling by, it was really like being in one of those "American" movies the Amélie character noticed where people drive without glancing at the road. I, of course, glanced at the road constantly. Whenever I was finished with exchanging excited grins with my kid.
When I was a little girl, my mom and I had this bedtime routine where we would both share our "worst" and "best" thing that had happened each day. Here are mine:
Worst: Nary a drive-through or good grocery store in the area near the Cleveland Airport
Best: Being well-rested and refreshed at the start of the day. I barely felt sleepy all day at the wheel.
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