The Adventure: Day 5

Another low-key day, but with news, nerves, and index cards.

IMG_8812 2We mostly stayed in our hotel room studying the videos I took of our trainers giving us their mock tours. We made our own notes. We discussed.

We each have our own “learning style.” Because we’re different. You know … opposites attract. He needs to talk, to hear things, to process. I need to think. I need quiet.

You likely see the problem.

But actually, the problems have been few. Just when I’m about to say, “Hey, I love you, but you’ve got to go for a loooong walk,” he runs out of oxygen. Or something. He probably realizes (after almost 42 years, he’s got me figured out) that I need quiet, and he stops processing out loud and I get some quiet to think and do my own processing.

We were in the midst of studying and thinking and processing and going over the tour details when we got a call.

We have three appearances next week. Before the Colts Training Camp. Great! We’re happy to have something to do other than sit around a hotel room.

The first one is Monday morning.


On two local morning television shows.


Which means being on site (30 minutes away), and set up, by 5 am.

And ready to speak on camera about the trailer and the tours.


Yep. This is what we signed up for. We’d already discussed that if there were any media interviews, I would handle those. Dave tends to follow rabbit trails. He knows that. I’m able to stay on point, and be succinct and articulate. I may not have his people skills and charisma, but I can say what needs to be said in the 30 seconds allotted, so in this instance, I’m elected.

So … deep breath … and … back to studying.

There will be two local stations interviewing us Monday morning. RTV6 at 5 am. WISH-TV at 6 am. (We’re hoping to be able to set up the trailer Sunday evening. Then we just have to get ourselves to the site by 4:15 am.)

Beech Grove City Hall, 806 Main St, Beech Grove, IN. We’ll give tours to the public from 10 am – 2 pm Monday.

We’ll be off Tuesday.

Wednesday, we’ll be at the Indianapolis City Market, no firm time, but it looks like tours around lunch time. 222 E Market St, Indianapolis, IN.

Thursday, Fort Benjamin Harrison Farmers Market, Civic Plaza, 9230 Memorial Park Drive. Lawrence, IN. Tours 4-7 PM.

So … apart from watching the videos, taking notes, mumbling facts about opioid and

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opiate use in America (who knew there was a difference between opiates and opioids??), we ventured out for lunch at Arby’s and dinner at McDonalds (both across the street from our hotel). We’ve avoided fries, sticking to salads and sandwiches. Dave’s used the treadmill here and we’re on the 4th floor and we use the stairs, so we’re not total sloths.

IMG_9828 2Other impressions of Indiana: It’s still hot. And humid. I get that it’s an unusually hot streak/heat wave for here, so I understand the obsession the news has with the weather. And the brown grass makes us feel right at home.

Thanks, Indiana!

I didn’t see the news item until it was too late to grab a screen shot, but a local radio show/host/DJ is planning an endurance contest. It looks like he’s planning to sit in a car … for ??? I don’t know how long … and I don’t know why? He might be raising money. I hope he has a purpose. But as a Californian who annually reads news articles about children and pets who die of heat exhaustion in cars during the summer, I just found this “stunt” to be fool hardy. And–yes, I’ll say it–stupid. Others may want to imitate it.

So no. Just. No.


The Adventure: Day 4

Today was pretty low key. Mostly.

We did move hotels. Which involved moving the trailer. Which meant Dave and Carrie were alone for the first time and solely responsible for hooking up, driving, and IMG_2212unhooking the trailer from the truck.

We did it!

We’re alive. The trailer and the truck are unscratched and unscathed. Whew!

Those miniature people are us!

We requested a late check-out at the first hotel. I have to give a shout out to the Indianapolis Holiday Inn Express Airport West, on Rockville Road. The staff there are incredible! Devonesha at the front desk and Julia: Wonderful! Kevin and Robert: Amazing! Gayla in the breakfast room: super sweet and so helpful! We hated saying goodbye to them, but we needed to be closer to our venue for next week.

So just before 2:00 we loaded up our luggage, attached the trailer to the truck, and pulled out. There were some prayers sent heavenward–not gonna lie–but we made it safely to the new hotel.

We had just enough time to check in, unhook, (and I took a quick shower because–OMWord!!–have I mentioned the humidity??), and headed out to meet long-time friends from Fresno who relocated to Indianapolis, for dinner. (I no longer refer to anyone as an “old” friend. You’re welcome.)

IMG_2216We had dinner at Bub’s, in Carmel. It was yummy! Dave had an elk burger, while I opted for the familiar, though some would say boring, beef. After dinner we went to Lyndel and Carrie’s home to visit some more. We got to hug their daughter and see two of their grandchildren.

We’re back at the new hotel now and have settled in for the evening.

I think tomorrow’s plan is to figure out our new location and I will do some of my paying work. We hope to find out a firm schedule soon. We know we’re going to be at the Indianapolis Colts Training Camp, but there may be other events before and/or after.

Thanks for reading!

The Adventure: Day 3

I guess I’ll continue with numbering the days from Monday when we left. So today is Wednesday, the 3rd day we’ve been gone.

Today we did a review of the trailer set up. Because each time we move the trailer, it has to be taken apart somewhat, then put back together. So Dave and I put it back together like we had just arrived at a venue and were setting up to give a tour.

We passed!

Dave also passed unhooking and hooking up the trailer from the pickup.

107B7229-3A14-41EA-9069-1304268ABED7Then he took our trainers to the car rental agency. One of them is driving back to DC. The other is flying. One of them has a fear of flying. A while ago, Dave texted the one driving, intending to jibe him, saying How’s it going? Your partner’s home by now. Dave got a swift reply. Oh, no he’s not. His flight’s been delayed twice. He’s still in Indianapolis. I’m in Pennsylvania. 


I spent the afternoon finishing the transcribing then printing out the nine page document. And of course, the printer in the business center at the hotel took one look at my document and thought, Oh, this will be fun.  IMG_2208

After spending a fruitless half hour with nothing but several pages of gibberish instructing me to print the document as a PDF (which I attempted to do–several times, from several different approaches), I gave up and asked the front desk for help. The very helpful clerk said I could email the document to him and he would print it out. Which I did. And he did.

Then Dave and I went to dinner.

This was our first meal on our own.

Oh, the pressure.

There is a restaurant that shares the parking lot with our hotel. It looks Greek …we like Greek food …

Dave asked the desk clerk about it. He said it’s good, but he also said another restaurant a couple blocks further away is even better. The shuttle driver Monday night mentioned it also. And when I plugged “Nearby Restaurants” into my Google Maps app yesterday, it was one of the first IMG_2210suggestions: Grindstone Charley’s. According to Chris, the shuttle driver, it’s “like Applebee’s, but better.” And since the desk clerk recommended it, we plugged it into the GPS and headed there.

It’s very like an Applebee’s or a Chili’s. We shared an appetizer platter. Fried green tomatoes, fried pickles, and Killer Kettle Chips. It was all great. The Killer Kettle Chips’s description said “house fried potato chips, queso, cheese, … ” and described other toppings. There was definitely melted white cheese. Dave asked the server what it was and she said it was the queso.

Ooookaaay. It was no queso either of us have ever had. Which is totally fine. We’re into new experiences. It was still good. But we’re unsure … if that was the queso … where was the cheese? Or if that was the cheese, where was the queso? Que paso?

I know … I’m a spoiled Californian.

I want the rest of the country to know what real queso is. I want no humidity. I want high-speed rail but only at my convenience (meaning not through my family’s living room).

Tomorrow we switch hotels to one closer to where we think we’ll be for the rest of our time in Indiana. We’re still unsure of where exactly we’ll be for what dates. But we’re feeling better about what to say and how to set up to say it.

So that’s good!

The Adventure: Day 2

Although technically Day #2 of the Excellent Adventure, Tuesday was our first full day in Indianapolis. It was warm, humid (and I was oh, so glad I abandoned the blow dryer, mousse, flat iron, etc. routine and embraced the frizzy curls). The day got warmer and damper. It rained, sprinkled, and steamed.

Our “trainers,” Joe and Frank, drove the trailer out from Maryland yesterday while we flew from Fresno. But they ran into a truck fire in Ohio and were delayed by several hours and we ended up arriving in Indianapolis before them. So we took a shuttle to the hotel and were in bed Monday night before they arrived.

We met up with them for breakfast, got acquainted, and then went out to the trailer. They showed us how they set up the trailer while I videoed everything. Then each of them gave us a sample “tour.”

We went over all the elements of the trailer, the tour, the pickup truck, the scheduling possibilities. We went shopping for a drill and a gas can. The guys went through the process for unhooking and hooking up the trailer while I again took video.

Then we went to lunch at the place every Californian visits for their first meal out of state: Cracker Barrel.

After lunch, a quick stop at Target, then back to the hotel. Dave and I had planned to watch the videos of the tours, make notes on index cards and review so we’d be ready to give tours ourselves. Someone had the bright idea that someone else should listen to the videos, transcribe them, take them to the business center downstairs, print them out, then the other someone would read them and make his own index cards. So the first someone (that would be me) got to work.

I listened, watched, transcribed, paused, typed, rewound, typed again, for several hours, and I still have quite a bit to go. But I do know how to give a tour of the trailer. I hope to finish transcribing first thing tomorrow so someone else is also ready soon. Joe and Frank leave tomorrow and we’ll be on our own.

We took a break for dinner. Even though we have Olive Garden in Fresno, this was a huge Olive Garden. Much bigger than any OG I’ve been in. And it was very good.

There is still some uncertainty about when we actually start at the Colts Training Camp. There may another event first.

And my phone is recharging after all the video taking and playing so I don’t have pictures to share of the day yet. But soon. I hope.

Dave and Carrie’s Excellent Adventure

I’ve talked about it on Facebook and emailed friends and family. I’ve tweeted and Instagrammed. Now I’m blogging.

Stud Muffin and I are embarking on an endeavor. Part job, part travel opportunity, part adventure, part drug educators.

We’re now part of a group called Code 3 Association.  They build relationships between “Cops & Citizens.” They have a drug education trailer called RALI Cares, that they take to community events. The trailer is outfitted to look like a teenager’s bedroom. They give tours and educate parents and grandparents about where teens might hide drugs. They were looking for a retired law enforcement officer (and spouse) to drive a second trailer. IMG_2176

Enter the Padgetts!

We found house-sitters, hired a lawn service, refilled our prescriptions (we’re old, we take meds), said goodbye to our grandchildren, children, and parents, and packed our suitcases.

We arrived yesterday in Indianapolis and start training today how to pull the 32′ trailer behind the truck and how to give the tours. 

Here’s a link to an article about the trailer that was in a New Hampshire paper.

We’re looking forward to experiencing different weather, different food, meeting people, and having new adventures together. And maybe even learning new things and teaching others new things. Maybe impacting lives for good.

It’s been a crazy few weeks. Just over a month ago we first heard about this opportunity and here we are!

I’ll keep tweeting, Facebooking, Instagramming, and blogging. I hope you keep reading!



I spotted this book on NetGalley, the website that makes advance copies of books available to reviewers. The title and the description captured me and even though I was drowning in books to read for contests and reviews, I clicked to request it. My request was granted and I’m so glad. Jenni Keer’s second novel, THE UNLIKELY LIFE OF MAISIE MEADOWS is a charmer.

maisieMaisie Meadows, the youngest in her family, is a bit OCD, a bit in love with her boss, and a bit obsessed with reuniting her far-flung and feuding family.

By the end of Chapter Two, Maisie has a new job, new bosses, and no boyfriend. And she’s grateful her two new bosses are a couple so she won’t be tempted to date either of them, in spite of the fact that her pulse seems to ratchet up whenever she sees or touches one of them.

There’s a touch of magic in the story. And it aligns with Maisie’s desire to get her family–if not reunited–at least speaking to each other, and/or in the same room, at the same time.

To say any more about Maisie’s job, the magic that follows her, her relationships with all her co-workers would give away too much of the story.

Keer created fully realized characters who could be my friends. Or my daughters’ friends. 🙂 The story is well crafted, although readers will know well before Maisie figures it out, the truth about her bosses and co-workers. But that’s easily forgiven, given the fun story.

I enjoyed this book a lot and highly recommend it!

I received a free advanced review copy of this book via NetGalley.


I love romantic comedy. I love Scotland. So A Highlander Walks Into A Bar had me at its name. And it did not disappoint.

HighlanderIsabel Buchanan is surprised at the souvenir her mother, Rose, brings home from Scotland: a tall, estate manager with a brogue. Except he’s not really the estate manager, he’s the ninth earl of Cairndow, hiding his true name and identity. Soon, his nephew, slated to become the tenth earl, though hopefully not for a long time, follows him to Highland, Georgia.

Alasdair Blackmoor is concerned about the American woman who convinced his uncle to leave Scotland and Cairndow, so he detours from his business in New York to find out what’s what. Instead of the scheming fortune-hunter ensnaring his uncle whom he expected, he meets Izzy.

Their attraction is immediate. The sparks fly off the page. Their banter is witty and fun.

Alasdair unwittingly sets in motion a complication that he knows and the reader knows will end badly for all. I loved how Trentham resolved that.

A Highlander Walks Into a Bar is a fun and perfect summer rom com and I highly recommend it!

This book will be available July 30, but I suggest you pre-order it now so you can read it ASAP!

–For my friends and readers who prefer their reads to be sweet like their desserts, there is one sex scene.

I received a free advance copy of this book through NetGalley.