The single most annoying thing about my dad is the fact that he snores loudly and continuously at night. This is obviously not an issue for most people, and is usually not something I have to worry about, except for when I am traveling and need to share a room with him. I have phased in and out of something resembling sleep tonight, but I've mostly been frustrated by being kept awake. I'm escaping for a while to the bathroom to try and alleviate the stress.
There are a few things I had forgotten to write down. In Wisconsin, after a Wisconsin Public Radio station had been tuned in and subsequently faded out within about 5 minutes, we tried switching to music. After scanning up and down the dial, I found something that seemed okay, playing some fairly new rather alternative-ish song that I'll naver be able to remember. Of course, that train wrecked into '80s evil popstar music when it was followed by something by another artist I can't remember, but who is in the class of Rod Stewart whoever that was that wrote “Born in the USA” (My memory of music artists is exceedingly awful). (hmm, that would be Bruce Springsteen, right?) Anyway, Dad started up a tape after a while. What song was playing? “Mr. Roboto”
Something else I'd forgotten was the fact that my dad actually handed a guy the toll when we got to Illinois. I had been used to seeing the buckets used in the past—putting money directly in someone else's hand for a toll is not something I remember seeing when my family used to go on long road trips.
Oh. Valentine's Day. I was getting a bit concerned in the morning that we'd be overwhelmed by V-Day programming on the radio. I suppose we would have been if we'd bothered to try to find more NPR stations, but the radio DJs were restricted to only bringing it up once every hour or so. I had been starting to see the really sad side of the holiday that so many people complain about. I usually don't care one way or another about the day, but I don't like to be beaten over the head with it.
Before we left, I'd looked over the highway construction information on the various state DOTs' pages. I hadn't seen anything for any highway except I-65 in Indiana just north of the Kentucky border, which explains why I was surprised to see other construction areas (even if work has been suspended for the winter).
Well, my stress level has returned to normal, so I'll try to get to sleep. We'll see how that goes, since I can still hear my dad making noise through the door. I hope that I have my own room or something in Kentucky.Posted by mike at February 15, 2004 03:09 AM | Car , Family , Kentucky 2004 , Music | TrackBack