Tomorrow Christmas Vacation ends. All Mr. Business goes back to school, Adored Husband goes back to work, College girl gathers her things for a return to dorm life. Butterfly and I will be back at it again, driving, forever driving. Breakfast, snack and sometimes even lunch from a car seat. The never-ending drives from school to gas station, doctors’ office, to the Y, to Rite Aid, the dry cleaners, post office, the house for a few hours, and sometimes back in the car for All Mr. Business again.
I love our drive, although it takes more time than the highway, but it’s back roads all the way. Down the hill, round a few sharp turns, along a road that parallels a busy bike path, through back part of our small town, past soccer and cow fields, under a railroad tussle, past homes, sheep and fence lines. Every morning the world peeks at me, looking far different than the morning before. One morning it’s fog heavy and mystical. Another lacy frost. Mornings of green on ground, blue above. Mornings of soft dancy show-off rain. Mornings rain comes strong enough I barely see beyond the wipers. Flooding across the moor deep enough to close our route to school. Mornings behind some sluggish ole truck, driver reluctant to get where he’s a-go’n. Mornings without a car in site.
Butterfly, All Mr. Business, and Car Pool Pal chattering as we move along. Or singing loudly to VegiTales sings the 80’s, or telling some knock-knock joke that makes me smile. God and I silently chattering up our own storm. We talk about today, about yesterday and tomorrow. I take in comfort from our friendship. God paints me a new picture every morning, just for the fun of it. Taking in the radical change from the day before, I’m always surprised at the way new day art makes me feel.
School boys are delivered to an institution of learning, Butterfly and I meander from school to Y, to needed stops, then back home. I can either be a frazzled mess we live out of our car, or feel lucky I’m given such a view as the scenes I pass day after day, not one the same, and life all about. Under every mundane task is hiding fulfillment beyond anything I’ve chased. I’m Okay now for Christmas Vacation to end. Off we go, down the hill, round a few sharp bends and beyond.