Asheville Sunday

Hi there, my few and loyal readers! I'm in Asheville. I arrived around 5:30 yesterday afternoon. It would have been earlier except some idiots decided to screw up a perfectly nice afternoon by crunching into each other on I-26. Apparently no injuries, just a bunch of people with crunched bumpers standing around on cell phones, and one cop writing reports. But of course thousands of other idiots had to stop to take a good long look, backing up traffic for miles in both directions. I must never, ever even THINK "Gee, I'm making good time on this trip."

Anyway, that was the only issue on the drive up. I made it to Son and FDiL's place in time for dinner, and spent some time with Supergirl, who looks a lot like her daddy at that age, particularly her facial expressions. She was somewhat confused upon meeting me - her other grandma lives nearby and how can this lady be Grandma too? - but she decided it was okay with her. Her daddy had to work last night, so I left after dinner and found my hotel and got checked in and settled down.

The hotel will do. I booked it via a blind bid on Expedia, and I can't complain for the price I'm paying. It's clean and adequate, but if I were paying their full price I'd probably be more critical. (It's obviously very, very popular with retirees; I feel like a kid here.) Though the mattress is firmer than I like, I did fall asleep after a while and woke disoriented, hearing a cheerful male voice singing "You've Got a Friend," in the corridor.

For a minute I felt outrage that some happy drunk was singing in the corridor at 1 in the morning and OMG I've got to get some sleep and damn this bed is not comfortable, and then I managed to get my eyes to focus on the clock and, um, it was nearly 8 a.m., and that bright light coming in around the curtains wasn't a security light in the parking lot. Okay, I'd slept a solid 8+ hours and must issue an official retraction of the bitching. I've become so accustomed to sleeping poorly, when I get a full night's sleep I don't quite believe it.

I did a drive-by on one of the apartment prospects after breakfast, and am eliminating it from my list. Although it is "pet friendly" in theory, it had no dog walking, let alone bike-riding, potental at all. Placing a doggie-pot poop bag dispenser next to a parking space doth not pet-friendly make, and the closest groceries are at Super Walmart. The overall location isn't that great (which I knew to start with, but was willing to give it a chance if it was othewise wonderful). It was my least promising prospect, so I somewhat expected this. One down, many more to go.

I believe today's agenda should include something involving mountain scenery, a pretty baby, and my camera.