We're on vacation

We're on vacation. My friend, Mikey Cousino, is watching the home place and we've come south to Orlando. I'm supposed to rest. That's probably a good idea as we have been working long hours of physically demanding work. It's been taking it's toll on me. Any vacation with Stacey is rarely quiet and peaceful, usually overbooked and hectic but it should be a little better than usual.
We started at the crack of dark on Thursday and drove to Fairfield, Ohio to Jungle Jim's. Imagine a grocery store the size of a Super Walmart designed by a madman with truly excellent taste. Now imagine that he does LSD every day. That's how it feels to me. It is a wondrous place . We spent an hour and $100 there and came away with a small basket. Stacey is still griping about my not letting her buy the Squingeelly ( sp.approx.). Thank God that we don't live closer.
After JJ's, it was on to Atlanta. Passing through Kentucky and Tennessee was beautiful. The fog rolled through the hills and then the rain cleared it. We traveled on to Georgia with clear blue skies and just enough white little cloud puffs to accent it. We arrived in daylight to the Renaissance Waverly hotel in the middle of Atlanta.
The Renaissance Waverly is part of a convention complex. When we arrived, we found the lobby filled with suits and evening dresses wrapped around the other guests of the hotel. This made quite a contrast to my ripped jeans and t-shirt. We got a room on the 12th floor and changed into more suitable clothes for dinner.
The meal was good. The wait staff was professional and the menu was a bit simple. It did seem to be prepared on site and not the frozen gourmet stuff that has replaced real cooking in so many restaurants.
The room was visually pleasing but the bed was far too soft. I doubt if I got more than 4 hours sleep. In the morning , the water was a meaty brown color which explains why the hotel could charge $5 for a bottle of water and get away with it. I was not bitten by bed bugs. For all of this we were charged around $180 of which $40 was taxes. I don't think we'll be back.
We left Atlanta at about 6am when only half of the town is on the road. The ride through Georgia was uneventful. It is pretty countryside though broken up by alternating religious billboards and advertisements for strip clubs. Mind you, that wasn't the only subjects on billboards. It appears pecans, peaches and anti-Obama messages abounded as well. Nice place.
We were coming to the end of Georgia when we spotted a sign for Agrirama. This is an old farm museum similar to Greenfield Village in Dearborn, MI. It's a bit more spread out and manned by folks old enough to have come with the buildings. They were helpful and dedicated but we got away from them anyway. The lady in the doctors office was an enthusiastic herbalist who supplied us with mullein seeds. Evidently, mullein poultices will heal brown recluse spider bites.
We've arrived at our destination as seen from our porch. More to follow.