Traverse

After the long migration across the lands of Nebraska we made our way to vibrant downtown Des Moines, Iowa last Friday. Did you know that Des Moines means “Of the Moines?” We checked in to our lovely and Spacious Luxury Hotel and met up with the adorable Michael Lehet. As a night out in Des Moines we enjoyed beer on the sidewalk in front of Blazing Saddles. Listening to Journey. “Any Way You Want It” never was so apropo. But, drinking beer on a sidewalk with Michael and the rest of the Moes is always fun. I highly recommend it. We get back to the hotel we realize that with all the "jetlag" is was time for bed. I hop into bed as Fuzzy undresses. He moves over to close the drapes. Tugging on the curtains like a mad man.
“They’re traverse rods” I sleepily mumble from my beer slumber.
“What?”
“They’re traverse rods.”
“What?”
They are TRAVERSE rods!”
“What?”
"They are trav…."
“What’s a traverse rod?”
“They…….The drapes are on a traverse rod.”
“What?”
I roll over, “oh, you’re tugging on the non-closing decorative panels.”
Fuzzy looks up at the window, “Oh, How do the curtains close?”
“They’re traverse rods.”
“What?”
“They are TRAVERSE rods!”
“What?”
I get out of bed and use the cord to zip close the drapes.