March 20th – part 2 – We checked out of our hotel at 10:00 fairly certain that we’d waited long enough for the heavy fog to burn off. By and large it had but as anyone knows who’s driven through the mountains on I-75 in Tennessee or Kentucky, fog is serious.
About the time I noticed my ears pop, we’d reached higher elevation and I had to drop our speed as the fog created pockets of no visibility as the cars and semis in front of us seemed to disappear. As had been our rule on this road trip – no talking if we hit 1) rain 2) heavy construction 3) fog or 4) heavy traffic. Once through the fog, the roads were drier than we’d expected and traffic was not too bad until we neared Cincinnati. Never a fan of driving this stretch of intense traffic, multiple bridges and exits while crossing the Ohio River, Mom had volunteered (as she did with Atlanta) to drive this leg of our road trip. As mentioned, she’s a very safe driver and while I could have done it, it is her car. We arrived at our third Country Inn and Suites by closer to 4:00 (this night in Dayton) and dragged our stuff into the hotel (this part was getting old for both of us). My plan for tomorrow is to rearrange so that everything of mine will be in the backseat making for easier unloading tomorrow.
I set up our now-traditional cocktail hour:
We chilled for a bit and then headed to The Chop House for a celebratory dinner. At 2:30 my iPhone had gone off (Bruno Mar’s Uptown Funk ringtone does get one’s attention) and I handed it to Mom. We expected a call from her realtor and indeed, the closing had happened, giving finality to the sale of the house.
With Rocky as our server, we ordered more wine – a Pinot Grigio for Mom, Malbec for me. Lots of toasting – to the closing, to the last night in a hotel, to being home for me and to the move into her new home for Mom. And to Peggy – her realtor. And to family, dry roads (you get it right – lots o’toasting)
I ordered the appetizer Sweet Corn Tamale Cakes for my meal having had this before and recalling that it was a big plate of food.
Mom ordered the small plate Crab Cake with Sugar Snap Peas:
Served along with these plates was a half loaf of crusty bread, hot from the oven, and honey butter. It was a perfect place and meal to celebrate.
Back to the room, we were exhausted. Tomorrow, we’re home!
March 21st – After rearranging the car and checking out, we got on the road with about four hours to go. Traffic not bad, little bits of rain but mostly dry roads. We turned into my driveway at 2:30. Home, sweet home. I nearly tackled Spence with a hug before unloading the car and then hugged Tipper and Biscotti. There really is no place like home and nothing like arriving safely, we are blessed.
This is the end of the “Moving Mom” series for my blog. I’m grateful that so many enjoyed this journey with us. It’s been a gift to chronicle our experiences; thanks for sharing it with Mom and I.