Getting us ready to head north on I-55 to Ferguson from New Orleans Saturday morning, Sammie Cat and I were doing really well. She was relaxed. I was way ahead of our 6am slated departure time. That was, until the booming trash truck rolled by and scared her under the bed.
I kept moving and had the rental car completely packed except for her. Once I moved the bed and scooped her from out of the box spring lining (a favorite hiding place of hers), we were off.
It was just beginning to drizzle a little, but didn't rain hard until we hit the Louisiana/Mississipi border. Sam was having a hard time initially, but soon she snoozed the rest of the way.
It suddenly hit me why traffic was heavy. LSU was playing Ole Miss in Oxford that day. We were surrounded by very visible Ole Miss fans and a sprinkling of LSU's purple and gold all the way to their Batesville/Oxford Exit. At the Tennessee border, clouds started looking like snow.
They felt fluffy, white and full; but fortunately it was too warm to snow. It did rain on us all the way through Memphis and stopped. Once into Arkansas and on through Missouri into St. Louis, it was clear sailing, dry, and cold. The clouds were the show stoppers!
Little did Sam and I know, there were storms of another kind brewing in New Orleans. Somewhere around the Missouri border, my cell phone rang. Any semblance of peace of mind blew right out the window. More on my telephone mystery tomorrow.
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