$5 gas coupon

We are handing out are $5 off gas coupon, especially at gas stations and to hummer, suv, and truck drivers! Most people are amused and happy to receive such gratis from the oil companies – few are suspicious and stare disbelievingly at the small print.

One of the superb hullaballoo wimmin offered to redo the coupon so it fits on a page and will be easier to cut. Another womon offered to get free ink for us!

I am inside a gas station making my own coffee when one customer comes in with the coupon he received outside. I watch as he tries to hand it to the clerk, another white male he apparently knows. They scrutinize the coupon, debating whether it is real. When they turn it over and begin reading the back, they both stumble at the number of U.S. dead (it was 3525 when we left California – we have written over it with red ink 3560) and the number of Iraq dead. It dons on them then, this is an anti-war statement.

The customer tells the clerk he should send it in to the boss. I leave as they are arguing about what to do with the coupon.

Learning Sign

Eli teaches us the alphabet so I can communicate with her while I’m driving. We have learned the alphabet and several words such as fire, rain, lightening, womon, big truck, bathroom!

Tahoe rages in flames as Iraq rages in destruction. Lightening flirts with the dark clouds that loom in the vast skies in front of us but never reach us, nor does the heavy promise of rain. Eventually the roads we travel appear to be wet but the skies around us remain dry although the temperature has dropped.

The truck has not overheated since we left the really hot desert – I am very relieved! We will lose two hours before we reach Atlanta by Tuesday morning, so off we go!