We had a little get-away this week...a couple of days in Georgia. I had a family history book I really wanted to check out and the nearest library with that book was in Vidalia, Georgia. And since we were going to Georgia and we haven't seen Kayla since Christmas, we decided to swing by and take her to dinner. It doesn't take much of an excuse to go see her even if it really wasn't on the way to Vidalia.
It's so much better to catch up in person as her smiles and mannerisms add a special layer to communications that you just can't get in texts and phone calls. We're all filled in now on school, sorority life and her first experience flying alone which was a good one. And the book was indeed in the Vidalia library along with another one I was looking for, both brimming with good information. We even found time for a visit to the local museum and learned all kinds of things about growing, harvesting and cooking with Vidalia onions. All in all, it was a successful trip despite the rain.
We went in the truck which is fine with me. It's a roomy, comfortable ride and it's what Wayne drives most of the time. The only drawback is that I miss the smooth jazz found on the satellite radio I'm used to in my car. Not only is it commercial-free, I don't have to constantly search for a new station because we never lose the one we're listening to as the miles roll by.
Wayne, who normally listens to public radio as he cruises around town, humors me when I'm riding in the passenger seat and gives me control of the radio dial. Smooth jazz stations are hard to find except in big cities so I usually tune in to a station playing today's hits. BTT (that's before this truck) I couldn't have told you much about the popular music of the day because I just didn't listen to it anymore but thanks to time in the truck, I was actually familiar with most of the songs up for a Grammy as Song of the Year. Well...the truck and the young instructors leading my fitness classes who play pop songs.
My better half, however, is clueless and happy to be that way. Our drive was punctuated with comments proving that fact. What ARE they saying? Is that a guy or a girl singing that song? Didn't we just hear that song?
The answer to that last one was usually "yes" because it just happened that most of the stations with the best signals were affiliated with iHeart Radio which, because of it's interactive format, apparently repeats more frequently the songs that get the most thumbs up ratings. It became something of a joke about how many times we heard some of those tunes and I'm sure he could sing at least the chorus to Lips Are Movin as it seemed to be the most popular. I won't, however, be holding my breath waiting for that to happen. And while I think he generally just tuned out the music, he did ask if it was Paul McCartney on Four Five Seconds. Pretty astute as I'm not even sure Sir Paul does more than play the guitar on it.
All in all he was a good sport about indulging me even though the music wasn't what he would have chosen on his own. He commented as we pulled into our neighbor that he'd be glad to turn the dial back to public radio when he got in the truck this morning. Maybe it's time to get one of the music streaming apps on my phone and figure out how to play him some soothing smooth jazz when we're on the road. Hmmm, I wonder if I can work Uptown Funk into the playlist.