Road Trip...Part Deux....or Dos....

Yesterday I began my travelogue of my 150 mile road trip. I know that it's really kind of pitiful. I mean a TRUE road trip has to be more miles than that...but it is what it is. And, by the way, I'm still worrying about that poor lady and her shoe situation. I wish she'd read my blog and let me know she maxed out her husband's credit card replacing all those shoes. Anyway......after the shoe episode,I made my way on down the road probably about 8-9 more miles. It was then I saw a hearse headed toward me before turning onto a county road. OOOOOOOOOOOOOO..I forgot the shoes and became concerned about the poor family who must have had a death. I wondered who it might be. The hearse was dark blue and very shiny as they tend to be. I mean really waxed and polished. Very very nice. I came by the road on which it turned (how do you like that for very proper grammar?) and as I did, I noticed that it wasn't turning. In fact, it was merely turning around and following ME!!!!! HUH? O no!! Did these people know something I didn't? Was it like a sign from God? Had they gotten a Divine message to go out on Texas SH 6 and follow the white Avalon? I mean, really, do people merely go riding around in a HEARSE just for the fun of it? I think they probably have a purpose for being out and about; I mean those things look like gas guzzlers to me. We were several miles from any town; I don't think they were trying to dry off a fresh car wash trip. I gotta tell ya...I immediately punched Button 1 on my FM 1 and began to listen and sing to Christian music. Wouldn't you? I wanted my preparations to begin just in case. I wanted to slow down to about 20 and be sure I made it home safely. I thought maybe I should just stop and walk. Then I thought maybe the shoes were somehow connected to the Funeral Home and they were out trying to find them. I wouldn't let myself get past that thought as to why a mortician might be looking for those shoes. Some things one just has to put out of one's mind. Anyway....I assumed the position of a careful driver.....hands at 10 and 2.....cruise set on EXACTLY 70......eyes on road....no texting and driving(not that I would EVER consider that)..and I made my way home. If there was a divine message it must not have been for me. At some point the hearse turned off and I kept on safely and steadily. Whew...another bullet dodged.....is that poor wording? Part Three tomorrow.....and it involves food!!