Highways and Byways
Last Friday morning, I packed up the children and we embarked on an out of the ordinary day trip to visit some family and new friends up in the northern part of our state. After climbing the foreboding Mt. Getoutofthehouse, I settled in for the two hour drive, happy to have the children contained and hopeful for some quiet down time.
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I prefer the little gold nuggets discovered on the AM frequency, over the loud everything-sounds-the-same modern sounds that drone on the FM. Already feeling like I had entered the heartland of America, "Ben Brosco" and his small town radio show on AM 960 played tunes from every decade but the last two. It was the soundtrack of songs I heard all through childhood, it was free and it was fun.
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I broke yet another "I will never" pledge of my past.
My children were entertained in the car with a brank spankin' new portable DVD player. I vowed this would never happen, but as my mother always has said "A wise woman changes her mind". In spite of the fact that somehow they had set the "Tigger & Friends" DVD to the French translation, they sat quietly transfixed for nearly 2 hours. I may need to make more trips up North. Or South. Or East. Or West.
Perhaps it will work just sitting in the driveway.
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I am happy not to be 'plugged in' (never did like that phrase much to begin with). It's quite freeing to be 'unplugged'...available to whom and where God wants on any given day. My life is not filled with pre-packaged service, but spontaneous adventure.
I drove past a house with a backyard of rusty old automobiles...a car cemetary of sorts.
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I want to reread the Mitford series by Jan Karon.
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