I'm driving, Bear's got shotgun with the map

July 21, 2005 | Category: In My Life

My inner voice, and no- not the one that harrasses me buy some chocolate or get a breast reduction, no the other inner voice - the sane one, the one that sits back and watches the chaos with a raised eyebrow while taking breaks from Kant and Steinem, that inner voice... she tells me that it is time to take a break.

She whispers "load up the car, chick, and go for a drive..."

And I look left and right, and then peer at the drugs the nice doctor gave me.

She whispers "it's time for a tall glass of iced tea and some girltalk.."

I check my calendar, quiet-like, before anyone notices that I have some openings. Shhhh.

She whispers "you know you want to..."

There's an old friend, who moved to where the corn grows tall and that shed out back is called a 'barn'. Where sun tea brews on the back porch, and dogs bark as the sprinklers spray. Where her gaggle of small boys run through the grass and "going into town" is a half-hour's drive. She sends me an email, reminding me that I perennially promise to visit.

I grin at Bear, wrinkling my nose. He grins back.

"We're going on adventure," I tell him, as I tuck him into bed.

He nods, and I nod back.

"OK," he says. "You drive. I'll be the navigator."

"OK," I agree.

And we're off.

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