Need to escape.

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 Hitting the Road

I'm practicing on Sweetie's lap top. I'm taking it on my adventure, and will be leaving in about 6 hours from now. I am so excited with anticipation of what this next two weeks are going to bring about.

As you can imagine, this being the first real trip alone since Sweetie passed. She is still here in my heart, and I'll never stop loving her, it is the simple fact that I don't have to worry about her while I'm gone. It will be the first trip where the only things I'll be thinking about while I'm gone is mail, parakeet, and fish. I've made arrangements for my neighbor to check in and take care of them for me.

In a little while, I'll be getting up from the computer, get ready for church, fill Tweety up with gas, packing my toothbrush and clean underwear, and hitting the road. I feel like I'm taking a big cleansing breath, and letting it out slowly. 

For all the years that I've been taking care of my love, it feels like this the beginning of two things. On is the breath of freedom of the caring that I've done, and the true beginning of my grieving. 

It may seem like a strange idea of grieving while I'm away. I don't. I've been so wrapped up in the caring of Sweetie, and this house, that for me to let my hair down and grieve, I need to escape the house. To not be so guarded and let my pain, my loneliness, and my joy of knowing where she is, all those jumbled emotions, out. I'm going to let the magic of the road do its magic on me. 

I love the road, behind the wheel, conquering the road, going here, and then when I get here, I'm going there. 

Saturday

It is up at my normal time, and get my normal morning going. The winds are down, and so it just might be time to get one last round of golf in. Plus, because I'm a quick packer, I've got most of tomorrow morning to put it all together. Just how much planning is needed to decide whether it is boxers or briefs? The hard part is which toothpaste am I going to take? The bright white, or the minty fresh. 

Out on the course, I meet this lady. We talk, and I'm beginning to think of more. All is going well, until I ask her how she feels about fast cars. She isn't a fan of fast cars or motorcycles. Put a pin in that balloon. 

Home, and see my neighbors pulling into their driveway. Got a new Kia, so we talk about cars. If there is one thing that bring men together is a new car. While we are talking, I told him that we, oops a typeo, I am going to be gone for two weeks. Before I can say anything, he is volunteering to look after it for me, and if there is anything he can do while I'm gone. 

Next thing I know, he is going to feed my parakeet, pick up my mail, and just take care of the house while I'm gone. 

While I'm waiting for my next event, I've been thinking about going out for dinner. But, I don't want to go alone. So, like a kid in high school, I call a lady I've know for years, and ask her to join me for dinner. She agrees to meet me at the restaurant, and so it is on. Dinner with a female friend. We are like minded in many things, and we talk, eat, and had a wonderful dinner. My heart was lifted. 

Home, Driver tells me I need to get some sleep for tomorrow will be a day of joyous activity. For we will be traveling down the Road to Life, Keeping my Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya and God bless.