I'm sitting at a truckstop in Resaca, Georgia. If I had any sense I'd get off my ass and run my load on up to Tennessee. But the load can't deliver until tomorrow morning, and it delivers only about 175-200 miles from here. 3-4 hours of driving, in other words. I'm not sure what I'll do with my time, but I suspect it'll include Everquest to some degree. I've been tinkering around with new rules in regard to playing time, but I certainly haven't put anything into action yet.

I talked to Mara and Mama both today. Mara is in Charlotte visiting with her mother. Mama is at home, of course. They both mentioned an encounter they had with one another last night. Mara had cut the grass. Mama said something about how they might need to get a man to cut the back yard (because the grass is so high). Mara took offense because she thought Mama was saying that she couldn't cut the back yard. Then Mama took offense because Mara popped off at her something about Mama always implying that Mara couldn't do things.

So Mara's spin was that Mama had insulted her, and was always saying things like that. Mama's take was that she made an innocent comment because she thought that they needed help and that Mara had essentially jumped her.

As I told Mama on the phone, I'm somewhat convinced that they're both crazy.

Anyway, the encounter has Mama talking about getting an apartment again. I've already told her that I'm all for it if that's what she wants. Partly because I'm just tired of hearing about it. Mara and I both are rather annoyed by the idea, because neither of us wanted that house and only refinanced the loan on it because Mama was determined to stay put. Naturally Mara and I don't appreciate that, now that we're committed to a fifteen year loan, Mama is just going to walk away. But if Mama will be happier, I'm all for it. I just hope that an apartment will be as wonderful as Mama thinks it will be. I don't think she's taken into consideration that she might get lonely over there, or that while the apartment will certainly be within walking distance of a grocery store and a church, Mama isn't very likely to walk anywhere.

I can't quite figure out if Mama is wanting to move out because she wants to give us more space, or if she is using the idea of giving us more space as an excuse to move out simply because she likes the idea of having something all to herself. The truth is probably somewhere in between. But with Mama it's hard to tell.

One last thing. Mama mentioned that my aunt, Sue, had a little run-in with her pastor at church this morning. Apparently the good pastor stood up in the pulpit and talked about what a great guy George W. Bush was. Well, on the way out after services, Sue seized upon an opportunity to tell the pastor just what she thought of George W. Bush. Sue is not known for keeping her opinions to herself. Hehe. I would normally get off on a rant here about pastors abusing their positions by espousing their political views from the pulpit, but what's the point? Simply put, I like what I said at the end of my last post. We live in a world in which Christians, pastors included, simply do not know right from wrong anymore because their politics are influencing their faith.