Going for a ride

Late this afternoon, Kerry wanted to go for a ride to let me see some of the storm damage. He was devastated by the destruction. He put Moma in the back seat for a change, and let me sit up front. We started out going to Webster's Chapel. She began to complain as soon as it looked like we were in the "country". She has always hated the country because once when she was about 6, her papa moved them out to Hokes Bluff. She hated it an swore that she would NEVER ever live in the country again. She couldn't appreciate the sights for griping about the country. "I'd go crazy if I had to live out here". Kerry and I  both assured her she already was in unison. "Thanky" was her response. We went through Pleasant Valley next. She said that there was nothing pleasant about that valley. I wanted to point out Kelli's house to her but couldn't get a word in edgewise. She talked non-stop, and it was all complaining. She wanted to know "what do you call this right here?" every 5 miles. She wanted water. She wanted us to get back to Alabama. And when we entered Ohatchee, she let us know that they weren't "hatched out". She really wanted us to laugh, but we held it in. She really enjoyed the ride, but could not be happy. Or maybe she is happiest when she is griping.