This morning by 645am I had done my yoga, showered and started a load of laundry. Now at a quarter past 8, I have washed 3 loads, folded one, the others in their respective machines. I scrubbed the bathroom, even dusting the light fixture. The kitchen is clean, and I took out the garbage, and since I was outside anyway, I also checked the fluids in Clarice, my 2007 Pacifica. I think she came from the same level of hell that the bugs at Unity Walk came from. She’s been my nightmare vehicle. Currently there’s an antifreeze leak some where, along with multiple other ailments. But she hasnt given up yet, so I’m just going to keep driving her until she does.
We’re heading back to my hometown today for the county fair. An hour and a half drive for rides and fair food. Maybe I’m crazy. We go every year however, and it will do my soul some good to see those country roads. I’ll also be paying my brother a visit, and that will also soothe my soul. Hopefully the hooligans behave. Hopefully I don’t come home with a crazy story to tell you all.
I wanted nothing more than to get out of that God forsaken town when I was a teenager. Now I crave the fields and trees and tractors and camo clad residents. Okay. Not all of them wear camo. But you get the picture. It’s a farm town, with a great college, and you get a good mix of people there. I’ll try and get some pictures to give you a more complete picture of where I actually grew up, and maybe it will inspire me to finish mom’s story.
For now, I need to run some errands so we can head out. Happy weekend!