By late morning everything was packed and in the van and the house completely prepped for being left. With the odometer zeroed the adventure began and less than 15 minutes later I was here:
The Brick in Jonesville with its unprepossessing exterior (and interior, come to that) but the purveyor of great soups and even better, if messy, hamburgers.
With the inner man fully fortified the serious driving began. The trip was uneventful and the gray (but rain-free) skies meant no sunglasses were necessary. While I had realized that we have had more than our share of rain recently I was unprepared for the sight of flooded fields and overflowing streams everywhere I looked for the entire journey. Water was encroaching on the pavement of the Azalia road between highways 31 and 11.
A stop was made, much as usual, at Schnucks in Evansville for a few edible supplies and then the last short leg was completed. Zoe was surprised and excited to see me, and once I had become basically unloaded and organized she required amazingly little encouragement to accompany me on a lengthy walk around the neighborhood. However, as can be seen in the accompanying photograph she was far from tired and still keen to play! It can also be seen that she is well recovered from her autumnal shearing and is now quite shaggy, or should that be fluffy.
It became increasingly obvious that in Zoe's little mind "grampa" was here for only one purpose, to actively play with, or at least give constant attention to, herself, and nothing else! Considerable pouting would ensue if Marissa, or food, or the TV got any attention.
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