We are on the road to Kansas to visit family. We haven’t made his trip in a year. Not together, anyway. Normally, we would have been twice since the last time - Fourth of July and Thanksgiving. But, COVID... and fear that gathering could kill our most vulnerable. So, please don’t come home in July. Or September. Or November.
Vaccinations have been had and a year is well, way too long.
So, here we are. On I-35. Party of five. A party of five, which now consists of four legal drivers (with parents in the car) and a baby who turns twelve tomorrow. A new permit and an old permit-almost-license, as soon as the driving test is knocked out, because why would you be able to do it the same day as the written portion?
Time is picking up speed. Even literally. Today is the first day of Daylight Savings Time. “Spring Forward’. Yep, that’s what we’re doin’. The clocks still say the old time, but we know the truth.
These trips are going to be harder to come by. We’re in the “sweet spot”, as a dear friend with a bigger and older family than mine likes to remind me. Drivers and employees have more responsibilities and no paid time off. Boys become men (like they should), and their Mom trades in her minivan for a truck because she was never the minivan type, anyway.
I don’t know where they are going or what they will be, but I do know they won’t be home or all sprawled out in this minivan, like they are Right Now.
Say cheese.
