Poconos

When I told Kid1 we're going to the Poconos for March break, he looked puzzled and asked, Why are we going to poke a nose? Whose nose are we poking?

So that's where we are now, in the little town of Tamiment, Pennsylvania in the Pocono Mountains. This morning, I met a family of deer in the parking lot. We are 1.5 hours from New York City and 2 hours from Philadelphia. We will spend time in both cities.

Where this blog is concerned, I feel like I had walked into the sunset without knowing it. Lots of interesting things have been happening. But I have been censored. Sooner or later, this seems to happen to many writers, whether they are creative, journal, or news writers. How do they deal with it? I have decided to respect my censor, mostly, because my relationship with my censor is more important than my ramblings in a blog. But here's where I have to poke a nose.

Somewhere in New York state yesterday, we stopped for food and Walmart. One of the things a doctor put my beloved on is a special mouth rinse, which you can buy from the doctor or order online and pay an exorbitant price, or you can buy it over the counter in the States at half the cost. So we went into the first Walmart we saw and bought all the mouth wash of that brand they had on the shelf. Only, beloved didn't want to be seen carrying thke boxes, so I walked around the store with my arms full of mouth wash. It was funny, you had to be there.

But not as funny as when a man I worked with told me about how he bought tampons for his wife. He liked deals and he looked and acted gay. There was a tampon special at Cosco when he went shopping there. He couldn't resist. So while his wife lined up with the cart to pay, he went back to get the tampons. He bought many boxes of them. So many that the boxes were spilling over his arms as he ran with them from the aisle toward his wife and the waiting cart, the whole time shouting, Excuse me, excuse me, because he could see his wife had made it to the cashier.

I just have a feeling this is going to be that kind of week. I mean it took us 12 hours to get here when I thought it would take 8.