I’m one of those peeps who has zero songs in her phone. I know, I know, it’s ass-backwards in today’s world. I just don’t listen to music on my walks or runs so why use up space? Plus, I am weird (according to my kids) as I love listening to my CBC Radio.
So, what to do when you know a long drive is ahead of you in mountains where signals can be weak and all you get is fuzz in your ears and you watch the numbers scroll round the dial (so to speak), not landing on any station? You go old school. Yessiree. I cannot believe I had the presence of mind to grab a bunch of CDs – some from my bookcase in my living room, some from one of the boxes yet unpacked since my move three years ago. I know I have a second box somewhere hidden amongst the other yet-unpacked boxes but I was not gonna go foraging there, so I made do with what I could reach; and even then, I did not dig too deeply. You must understand I have hundreds of them. I could not find our handy little booky thingamagig where you slide in your CDs, so I just put them into a small box that sat on my passenger seat.
I don’t quite know how I managed to get the variety I did since my CDs were all organised by genre in their racks, ergo, in the same sort of order in the boxes. It ended up being a selection of more bluesy-jazzy-crooner with an odd rock album or two. Excellent.
I planned to leave the house by 7:15 and by Jove, I did! I planned to drive through the car wash as well, and durned if I didn’t do that as well. I amaze me sometimes 😉
I got to the border by 8:10 then waited. And waited. It felt like ages but if I’m honest, it was just half an hour – forty-five minutes, maybe? I was just impatient to be on my way and at my destination.
I hand over my passport. “Where ya goin?”
“Pratts– what? Why?”
“It’s in the Catskills. Meeting my guy. It’s the halfway point.”
With a sweet and goofy grin, he returned my passport and replied, “Well, you enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, I plan to…”
Not long after I cross the border, my station starts going AWOL so I reach over and grab the first CD.