I took Kiereney back home about 2 today and after stopping by Kathy's office to have a cup of coffee with her, I headed up the road. I got to a crossroad...Highway 127 straight ahead(which I had just used to take Kiereney home) or Rt. 13...a route we used to take from here to Grandma's that I had not been on in 40 years since my mom died.
I found myself turning onto Rt. 13 having no idea where I would end up or if the road had changed but felt like pushing the envelope, which is unusual for me, so I figured what the hell and went for it.
I spent an hour and a half rolling up and down very narrow 2 lane roads through farm land and small towns and remembering several buildings along the way from my childhood. One was a church whose parking lot we had to pull over in for some reason(the roads have no "sides" to pull off on because they are so narrow) and I remember thinking and voicing that we shouldn't have pulled off there because it wasn't Sunday and we would be considered as tresspassers(sad to say I was a worry wart as a child even).
I doubt if I take the interstate again when going down to Southern Illinois.
Funny how I was transported back in time to the 60's and found myself wondering if my best friend Carol who lived across the street from where I grew up was home and if she could come out and play when we got home from Grandma's.
Found myself wondering how our boxer dogs were while we were at Grandma's and wondering if I could have a piece of the spice cake with chocolate icing that Grandma always sent home with us.
To be carefree like that again...no illnesses, no Depression Monsters, no financial problems.
It was a good 90 minutes.
And then I got back home to reality.
The trip down Kiereney and I sang to the Mama Mia CD and then Elton John. She has a beautiful voice and she manages to escape reality by singing. Singing and dancing is a world that she has always felt comfortable with and she would be lost without it. I'm glad she has it to go to. She's taking her brother leaving for Ft. Sill really hard and I hope she has some good quality time with him next week.
Michael is coming up Friday morning after the Army/Air Force run for the weekend and I plan on laughing and talking with my son enough to last for a lifetime because the time is growing short and, quite frankly, I know as his training goes on, we will lose the Michael we know and love for the Michael who has to take care of our country's business. I am proud of what he stands for and the man he has become.
Have a great Fall weekend!
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