With the windows down, the crunch and pop of the gravel moving from under the tires is louder and more vivid. My nose tickles from dust in the air. The powdery cloud billows behind the vehicle, catching the sun and filtering it from my view reflected in the mirror.
I usually hate that this piece of junk has no decent radio because if I'm driving, I'm singing. But the sounds of the drive are a strange comfort, like a long lost teddy bear from my past. From their perch on the fence posts, birds chirp and sing for me as I pass by. This immersion into a not-so-long-ago time is healing.
Out of the corner of my peripheral, a doe raises her head from munching on the beans. She looks healthy with her shiny brown coat gleaming. I'm sure she has fawns hidden somewhere nearby, maybe even at her feet with the height of the beans camouflaging anything under four feet tall, a perfect place to play hide and seek. She pays me very little attention, knowing she could outrun any attempt I might make to get to her. The mama can relax. I have no intention of messing with her today.
I'm driving with no real destination. I'm taking in the moment with no time table of "when" to push me faster. If I wander here, maybe I can find my way in the world a little easier, a little better, tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Because clothes are expensive, and I had given all my big boys' clothes away, I have bought G things for the next year as they go on clearance. One of these great deals was a 3T, gray heathered t-shirt, screen printed with a big taco in the center and the words taco written across its top and Tuesday written below. It's cute. He's cute. We all love the combination...so, today he wore it.
Our daily routine involves sons #1 (sometimes), #3, and #4 riding around town on our own, personal bus route. Any time #1 doesn't set his alarm we drop him at the high school, then cruise down the outer road toward the sitter's house. Today was one of those days.
After dropping the biggest brother off, #3 says to G, "I like your Taco Tuesday shirt."
G replies, "I like tacos!"
The 4th grader responds with his professor voice on, "It says Taco Tuesday because today is Tuesday."
G says, "No it's not. It's one day."
#3 wants the little man to understand, "Today is Tuesday. That's the name of this day, Tuesday."
Again, G replies in his most argumentative voice, "NO, it's not. It's ONE day!"
My #3 is patient and kind and entertained by his adamant brother. He smiles and starts to sing the days of the week song to the tune of The Addams Family.
G is not amused. He doesn't understand the song's relevance to the argument. He looks out the window, ignoring his big brother.
Meanwhile, we pull up to the doors at the sitter, and #3 gives it one more shot, "Happy Taco Tuesday, G!"
We enter the sitters with G mumbling about "one day, not twos day," and I have to giggle.