The drama runs deep

I’ve spent most of this evening catching up on the mail I haven’t been able to read for over a week and I want to say “thank you” to all of you who left comments. Thank you for being there, for all of your kind compliments on the photos, and simply for stopping by here in the first place. And for so many of you, making this blog of mine a stop on your daily routine.

It means a lot to me.

In between mail reading, I’ve been texting back and forth with my sister, Char, which is always a pleasure. You see, Charlotte Fun.

Suddenly I realized it was past 8:30 and I hadn’t done anything about tomorrow’s post. So I thought it would be appropriate to post some duck photos in honor of Charlotte. I’ll tell you why at the end of this post.

These photos were taken in Cherokee, NC in the stream that runs behind the Drama Motel, where we stayed the first night of our trip. We’d stopped at a couple of places that did not accept pets and placed some calls to cabin rentals all of which were booked for the weekend and at this point, dinnertime, we were more than ready to stop driving.

The rooms on the website look so much better than the room we were given, but it was a room with two queen beds and we were tired. I just didn’t want to walk on the carpet with my bare feet, if you know what I mean. If you decide to stay there, you need to request a room on the 2nd floor because they come with balcony views of the beautiful little stream. The few pet rooms they offer are all downstairs, however. So George and I went and sat on a rock out back while I snapped photos of the ducks.

Two nice little boys with very strong southern accents came up to me wanting to meet George. Their names were Joshua and Alex and they were skipping stones and pointing out the best ducks for me to take photos.

In the morning, after the best night’s sleep, we headed up and into the park after checking out. We’d been on the park road for about a half hour when we realized we’d left George’s leash back in the motel room.

Somebody wasn’t very happy driving back. That’s all I’m saying.

When my sister Charlotte was very young, she looked very different from the rest of us. There are seven children in our family. Her skin was very pale and she had bright red hair. She was as white as one of the ducks that our parents had given us for Easter one year and we thought she did have a sort of waddle to her gait, so being the unkind siblings that we were, we nicknamed Char “Duck”. And it stuck.

But Charlotte, rather than disliking us for being hurtful towards her, ended up loving the little nickname. And she has the collection of all things duck to prove it.

I love Charlotte. And her wonderful girls. And on that note, I’d like to say until tomorrow, my friends . . .