At approximately 8:30 Texas time . . .
. . . we arrived here at the Corsicana Econo Lodge after a long, monotonous, interstate drive. Spike and Bridget, having eaten their supper and sniffed the room to their satisfaction, are relaxing on the bed next to me. I am pleasantly surprised by our room. It’s not so bad, although the green carpet is a bit scary. The free WiFi makes up for the carpet.
Immediately I wrap one of the beds completely with the 9′ x 12′ plastic drop cloth my clever niece, Tawnya, bought for me yesterday after she, Pauline and I had a discussion about bedbugs and other motel nasties.
I feel much better knowing that layer of plastic is between my sheet and pillow and the motel’s bedding. I’m sleeping in the t-shirt and shorts I wore today. In the morning I will seal those clothes in a storage bag with a zip-loc seal. It won’t be opened again until I dump its contents into a hot-water washer at a laundromat.
No television for us.
I’m going to take a shower, wash my hair, take the crew out for one last potty break, and then it’s lights out. The air conditioner is doing its job without making more than a hum. I hope Spike and Bridget will sleep tonight after sleeping all day in the PTV. (Why wouldn’t they? Sleeping around the clock is the norm!)
I must say, the crew performed beautifully on this trip.
Pauline remarked that they were well-behaved, didn’t snap at the children in spite of all the noise and activity, walked well on leashes, and were quiet all night . . . well, there was one incident when Bridget got a hunger attack around 2:30 a.m.
I reached over and grabbed a handful of kibble out of the bag on the floor next to the air bed. Her snacking woke up Spike who went over to the glass door. Spike saw a dog outside and growled which brought Bridget over. Bridget saw TWO dogs on the other side (their reflections from the nightlight!) and let out one of her banshee scream-barks. Spike joined in.
I jumped up, gave Spike a little pop on the butt to hush him up, and carried him back to bed. That shut Bridget up, too. Spike knew he was supposed to be quiet, so he lay very still in my arms until he fell asleep.
Tomorrow is the big day . . .
We will see our new Casita home for the first time and make our first camp!