The call and invitation came out. Any member of the Jeep group that could and wanted to, there was something special happening and we were needed. A giant stuffed and tagged duck is traveling by Jeep convoy trying to cross all states for St. Jude. That’s the ducky Mr Vanderquack .. the duck, was going to be in Gastonia and anyone who wanted to take part could meet for a photo shoot. I mentioned it to my son when he came in for lunch, not sure if he would get off work in time. With the meeting being just before six pm it would be dark and I don’t drive in the dark if I can get out of it. So, I waited to see what would happen.
After my son had gone back to work, I took mom to the bank and to get her groceries. I needed to go myself so I wasn’t doing it just for her. The bank was pretty much in and out. The small town where my bank is located, has several traffic lights I pass through. As we were leaving I was caught by a red light. I reached down to turn on the heat only to have a vehicle behind me blowing the horn. The light had changed and I didn’t move a nanosecond after the change. Seriously big old Ford truck, chill out and calm down.
We got to the store and began our shopping adventure. I followed mom for a few minutes as I knew what she was going after and I didn’t want her battling boxes that could cause her to become over balanced. Once that was done, we divided to go conquer. Once we were finally finished, thank you all of y’all who want to park side by side and not allow anyone to pass. Once we were checked out, loaded up and headed home we were both feeling the tired feeling of having battled grocery shopping and won. We were a lot more poor than we were when we first went in, but we’ll eat.
After I got her home, I carried all of her groceries inside, went home and got mine in. When everything was put away, I went out to bring wood to the house from the stack on the other side of the drive. As I carried an armload in, my son called. Was I ready? Did I want to come pick him up? We..were going.
I got to where he worked, let him know I was there and then moved over to the passenger side. He got out to the car and off we went. We got to the meeting site in plenty of time. We parked and waited to see what the plans were. I got out of the car and walked over to where others were standing. Jeep by Jeep the duck was moved to, placed on the hood or bumper and photographed. When everyone who was coming was there we moved over to a larger section of parking lot and semi-circled the Jeep holding the duck and flag. A group shot was taken, photos were taken of jeeps close and a large shot of the jeeps forming the circle.
While everyone was getting parked, I walked over to where someone was holding a small dog. I pet the dog, talked to all who were standing there and moved on. I talked to several people..just, walked up and talked. I did that, “I’m here y’all.. ta da!!” When I mentioned to my son what I had done he told me he didn’t see it (he had stayed in the car) so since he didn’t see it, then it didn’t happen. It didn’t count. Like heck.
After the photos were taken, most of the others paraded from the photo site through a nearby town. Since my son’s car doesn’t have a back glass he really didn’t want to leave it parked alone in the dark for too long so we headed back to get it. From there it was home and taking care of things waiting here. Such as hungry dogs.
Sitting here now, half listening to some odd program on television, hearing the dogs snoring and drinking herbal tea, I’m happy over the evening. I’m happy over being able to go, and while there taking that step toward being more open and friendly. Not sure what anyone else thought, but I thought I did well. It was a decent first step forward.