Oh my goodness -- I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday, but when I woke up, it was like I was paralyzed. I lay in bed for a long time, dozed on and off, and couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. And this vertigo is a pain, but as Elle mentioned, it could very well be a sign of dehydration which I strongly suspect.
I'm feeling much better today, so that's a good thing.
So if you are traveling and need to rent a car, you are in for a shock. In the past, I've not usually reserved a vehicle. OK -- that was WAY in the past. I had booked a compact car months ago, and the price was high. Then I had to change my reservation because I changed plans. I called TWICE to make that change, and the first time -- the person was a dud -- she just didn't make things happen. The second time, I actually got to speak to someone who made sense, and yes, all the changes were made. I did not ask for names (stupid me!), and I did NOT get a new confirmation, which I should have followed up on.
When I arrived, I found that they had given my car up because I did not pick it up on the day I was supposed to. I find that totally offensive -- I have a car booked, and if I'm not here -- could they not call to find out what's going on? Nope -- they just give the car away. Sigh..............
Anyway -- they had a different car -- an SUV. OK -- I'll take whatever, but what ticks me off is the price. When I knew I had to change the reservation, I tried to do it online. But I couldn't change the reservation online, so I had to call, and I noticed that for a SHORTER length of time, the cost was $200 more. That's just totally out of whack. So I paid the higher price and got a car. I got lucky.
I don't get how stupid (I shouldn't be saying that word), but they really don't know what the left hand is doing. The agent said I should have called the DESK at the airport. OK -- so I called the number on the reservation and got someone - two different people. How the heck do I know where I'm calling and how much work do I need to do to make a change? Why don't you put the correct number on the reservation?
I'll be calling them when I get home, but I suspect that I'm out that $200. It's just totally irksome, and I've heard many horror stories from other people. People who change their plans because they don't want to pay that price. I get it --- in the future, I might consider how I travel and where because of the high cost of car rentals. It's not even the high cost, it's the possibility that it may be canceled at the last minute.
Travel is a total mess these days.
The good news is that I go home tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying my stay, but after yesterday -- I want to go home. It's been a whirlwind tour, to say the least, and well, I miss home and my girls.
So I got to visit with Mom and Dad when I arrived. Actually, it was Father's Day and so got to be with him on his day. I don't think that has happened in over 40 years! My brother and SIL were also there, as was one of my aunts who lives close by. I got to visit with another aunt yesterday, so it's been an action-packed visit. I keep forgetting to take pictures of everyone! DARN!!!!
We decided to get out to the farm to do a bit more investigating. What I am about to show you is very disturbing, so be prepared.
So my parents, like many of yours, grew up in hard times. My parents were born in the 1930s and they didn't have much growing up. Anything they had, became precious. Some people were able to get over that and some people did not. My parents were of the "did not" category.
There are two houses on the farm and both of them are chalk-a-block filled with crap, even though they moved stuff into the apartment where they now live. Fortunately, we do NOT have to empty the houses as they will more than likely be destroyed at some point. That will not happen until they are both gone, but we talked about it yesterday -- my brother and I. Would I want to be there -- I don't know. Part of me says yes, to have closure, and part of me says no -- the memories would be too hard.
And let's just say that what we did yesterday, was not with their blessing. So if you know my mother -- you keep quiet. The big thing now will be totally MUM about what we found. We do NOT want another BOOK incident. I'll tell you that story another day.
There is no real basement under the old, old house. But part of it had a dirt cellar and we stored our veggies and preserves there. This is what the door looks like.
|The cellar in the old old house|