Darling and I are counting down the hours. Tomorrow, as soon as she’s out of school, we’re jumping in the truck and headed south. Just me and her….her and me…the two of us girls out on the open road. Together. Alone. In the cab of my truck…Alone. Me and my 13 year old.
Did I think this through?
Darling loves to chitter chatter. She’ll chitter and chatter for hours on end. Then suddenly she’ll look at me and wonder if I’ve heard a word she’s said. And honestly? Well, sure, a word or two. But I tend to get out there on the road and think about driving. Things like where the other cars are, and where my next turn off is, and where should we stop to spend the night? And then Darling get’s all in a huff because I haven’t heard about…well, I don’t really know what I didn’t hear about. I think it was something to do with the Beatles.
Because Darling is a Beatles fan. And thanks to that nerdy, big, Grammar Nazi brother of hers, she’s also becoming a Jethro Tull fan. And I ask you, why can’t I have normal kids? Why can’t my kids enjoy George Straight? Or Montgomery Gentry? Darling, of course, is prepared for the trip with something like 300 songs on an ipod. I don’t even know what an ipod is. Is it an ipod??? No, maybe not. Maybe it’s an MP3 player. I’m so not technically savvy. Whatever it is, Darling has songs on it so she can combat the boredom that is her non-chattering, middle aged mother who does not listen to the Beatles, Jethro Tull, or even the Rolling Stones.
Despite our differences on the road, Darling and I are both ready for the weekend. Our camera batteries are charged. I’ve even remembered to bring my charger this time so I can take even more photos than I did this spring.
More Oregon Landscapes…
And most importantly,
More Wild Horses!