Monday, 27 April 2009. In good night’s sleep was not to be had. Even though the motel was a crowded I ended up in a new room which was occupied. The walking and squeaking overhead until midnight wasn’t too bad as I was still up and it seemed to stop about the time I turned out the light. However, it was quite annoying to hear pacing, and the feet were heavy, as well as a squeaking of the floor. The manager was very nearly got a phone call at five o’clock from a rather tired and irate wombat. Thank goodness for earplugs. They were also useful against the chirping of bloody birds at five and six o’clock in the morning. As I was dropping off my key, I had a few words for the front desk.
The morning turned out to be a minor hassle. Almost as disaster but not quite. I managed to leave the book I was reading in the motel. To get it shipped to me via UPS would have been a real pain in the neck. I contacted the time was the hopes that someone would pick up the book and mail it to my home as trying to catch me on the road would be impossible.
While this was vaguely of upsetting me, I misread the instructions for getting around Raleigh. This resulted in my driving through the center of Raleigh in order to get back to the road I wanted. I was soon back on the proper road and headed south to this town of Whispering Pines. My friend Ann lives there.
I had no problem finding her house. She gave me the $.25 tour of her house with all the SF paintings and pictures along with figures from a variety of science-fiction and fantasy books and movies. It was quite impressive. We have then joined a couple of her friends for lunch at an English pub which is quite good followed by a tour of the area. It was pointed out that there were something like eight or nine 18-hole golf courses in the immediate area. It was definitely a place to live if you liked golf. After the tour Ann and I sat on her back porch and had a lovely chat. We were the center of amusement for one of her two cats.
Around four she had to go and pick up some friends who are coming to visit and had gotten somewhat lost. She got me back to the main highway so I could find the motel and we waved goodbye to each other.
As I checked into the Motel 6 here in Pinehurst, I learned, Wi-Fi was not working at the motel. So this will not get uploaded it to my blog for a day or two. At least I have recorded and written it down. You must update my budget information as I would like to keep track of how much this trip will cost.
This will be a quiet and early evening as I will be a quite early tomorrow morning for the long drive to Chattanooga. There is a Pizza Hut right next door, and it is time to have some pizza. It has been a while since I’ve had some. Maybe KFC tomorrow for lunch. 
