On Tuesday I told you how much we were enjoying traveling through the Southwest.  We had arrived in Las Cruces, NM and were headed to Roswell, NM to visit old high school friends.  We had a great time in Roswell, catching up on 20+ years of news with people we wish we saw more often.

We left our friends’ house in the morning in search of coffee, and were going to head to Amarillo, TX to see other friends.  As we were ordering our coffee, I had a text message from Sherie about the weather.  Who would expect a blizzard in Texas at the end of March?  Sigh…

So we sat down with the map and tried to figure out how to get to Memphis by Saturday.  After much hemming and hawing, we decided to drop down to I-20 and head for Abilene.  If the blizzard-y weather continued East on Friday, we could always stay on 20 and go straight to Birmingham.

We made it to Abilene without incident, and decided to head for Memphis on Friday, laying over in Little Rock.  When we got to our hotel in Arkansas and looked at the current weather maps, we knew someone was watching out for us.  We had encountered narry a drop of ice, snow or rain all the way.  What we didn’t know is that we had traveled between two systems, the one that closed down I-40 in the panhandle of Texas, and another that followed I-20 behind us, causing havoc in Louisiana and Mississippi.

So here we are with the kids and their darling baby.  The boys are all watching basketball, Meagan is working and I’m getting ready to go to the grocery store.  I’ve hardly knit a thing on this trip because I’ve been so tense about the weather.  I sure am glad to be back in familiar territory, with the prospect of sleeping in my own bed tomorrow.  And rescuing the poor dog from the kennel.  Apparently she went to work several days this week and was pretty unhappy that she had to go back to the kennel at night.  I bet she’ll be happy to see us tomorrow.  I know I’ve missed her.