Good Days and Bad

We’ve had good days, great days and bad days.  The definition of each is sketchy.  Donna’s bad day is my all right day.  In fact, I have very few bad days.  That day in Montana when I took a bad road on a whim and didn’t seem to concerned, and then Donna didn’t talk to me for like five hours…that was a bad day for me.  But that was it.  Today was an okay day, as far as I was concerned…for Donna, bad day.

Pretty much, give me an open road, let me drive for several hours, sitting with my thoughts and watching this interesting country flow by…that for me is a good day…not great, good.  For Donna, that doesn’t get close to good.

Today was a good day (Durry), bad day (Donna).  Here we are outside of Oberlin, OH, a homely little town attached to a good liberal arts college.

Oberlin is one of those back country Ohio towns that time forgot.  I wouldn’t want to live here, but I’m sure those who call it home find it nice.  We’ll be going to the farmer’s market here tomorrow morning before spending some time in Cleveland for the rest of the day, but that’s about it.  Mostly, we’re wasting time until we get to New York to visit with the boy the first part of September.  We’re off to western New York state on Sunday night, staying short of Niagara then spending time at the falls for a day before working our way across the state.

Good days…bad days.  So far I’ve had one…Donna counts this as number two for her.  We’ve been on the road for about 50 days so far.  Not bad, I’d say.

One Response to “Good Days and Bad”
  1. Mel 23 August 2010 at 6:30 am #

    You’ve explained what makes a good day for you, what makes a good day for Donna? I’m guessing good farmer’s market with great vegetables & maybe a quilt show or some kind of quilt museum nearby? And not spending all day driving? Hopefully, she’ll enjoy the quilt show here when you come!

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