I'm not one of those tough guys,
guys who can drive twenty hours,
clear across the country,
without stopping for the night.
I drove my 2003 Mazda Tribute,
a small SUV,
with myself,
Tonia,
and Lori
inside,
I drove it from Wichita,
to Fort Scott,
then south ten miles
and east four miles,
to the tiny town of
Arcadia,
Kansas, to drop off Lori
at the home of her boyfrind,
Chris.
Then back to Fort Scott.
I'm worn out.
It's very cold here in Kansas,
about ten degrees
and that four miles from the main highway,
east to Arcadia,
and back to the main highway
was very steep hills,
covered with ice,
which had Tonia and I very tense.
Tonia said,
butt cheeks squeezed so hard it hurt,
that tense.
We found a motel
back at Fort Scott,
checked in,
(about $64),
and ate sandwiches
(from salami and cheese we brought),
and we took a hot shower
together.
I'm feeling better.
Some who read this
may be offended,
but my history
with a woman in a hotel room,
for thirty years,
was me and my disabled wife,
Pam,
who needed,
as they say,
total care.
I had to physically
transfer her
from her wheelchair
to the bed.
I had to position
a foam wedge,
and four pillows,
in just a certain way,
to get her comfortable
in the bed.
Pam is dead and gone.
Tonia is a friend
who,
maybe,
can give me an easier time
when on vacation,
in a hotel room.
So far so good.
Tonia is preaching to me
that I have a tendecy
to say too much.
So,
I'll stop here.
Have a good night.
Tonia and I will attempt
to do likewise.