Tuesday, March 10, 2015
On the road again?
When I was a little girl and I saw Dad hunched over, elbows on knees, nursing strong black coffee and gazing out the window, I knew. Wanderlust grabbed him by the ankles, tripped him up when he was supposed to be working, held his mind hostage and made him yearn for the open road. Call it spring fever or anything you want. It is a malady for those of us who seek stimulation in the form of travel.
He fought the urge through spring, and usually by the last week of school, we were on the road again, report cards in hand, headed for a new adventure. We never traveled fancy. Dad would toss my mattress in the back of his panel car, and off we'd go...somewhere, anywhere his rambling soul carried him.
I have a bit of that restlessness in me. Tomorrow it is supposed to be 67 degrees. Talk about spring fever. I can't wait to get outdoors. I need a change of scenery.
Right now I want a new couch, and wouldn't mind a new house, in a new town, but I know only one of those things is even remotely possible. If we postpone the couch purchase, maybe I can plop down in sand for a few days and wash away my cares in the deep blue sea. A girl can yearn.