It's a Long Way Back Home

Happily, Adam came home today. After seven days in the hospital for him, and 21 hours of driving for me, we're thankful to be tucked back in our little house. 21 hours of driving could have gotten me to Colorado, which is a slightly disturbing thought. Anyway, I learned all the interesting sights along Hwy. 17 and 43, a nice rural drive off the beaten interstate path. I thought I'd share a few of them with you -- some of the oddities you'll never see if you stick to the interstates in your travels:

Must be Yogi Bear's cousin, Sarah

Funny name for a convenience store -- sounds vaguely Amish, except they sell cigs and beer!

Many little churches line the back roads here. This one seemed sweet.

Vanceboro, a little town on Hwy. 17, has pick-your-own strawberry farms nearby, and a festival.

You can enjoy an ice cream cafe here in an old building.

Or satisfy your traveling hunger at Vera's Diner.

Many fields are Kelly Green with spring.

This town must have my all-time favorite name -- "Shelmerdine."  Isn't that fun?

I'm often tempted to do whole posts of memorable church signs. This one caught my eye all week.

Dr. Who fans -- what does this old structure look like?

I bet all the pigs are excited when they're brought here, right?

Something tells me the palace ain't what they think it is.

Some fields aren't green; they're stripped and ugly.

Anyway, this morning Adam jumped through all the hoops to get himself discharged. This included getting dressed -- yay! Clothes feel good after a week in the hospital.
Then the nurse came in to change the dressings on the wound, and to show me how to do it at home. She removed the knee immobilizer (which Adam will be wearing for weeks still), and she began cutting through the ace bandages and the thick dressing.

I'll tell you now -- I'll post a photo of Adam's stitched up knee at the bottom of this post, but I'm warning you ahead of time that it's not a little wound, and it's not really stitches; it's staples. So if you don't like looking at a Frankenstein-like piece of flesh, DON'T LOOK. Okay? Don't say I didn't warn you. But first ... here's the sicky after finally getting home, finally getting up the stairs, finally getting comfortable after eating dinner. He's exhausted. (So am I.)

He snoozed for a bit under my stripey blanket. So sweet.

THE SCARY PHOTO IS COMING UP!!

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Click away now before it's too late!

Are you really sure?

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I told you so.