I was awake at 3:45 AM, laid in bed until 5:45 AM debating with myself whether to get up or not: I got up. I wanted to be on the road by at least 8 AM.
I drank a cup of coffee; and listened to the cheerful birdsong outside my windows.
The sky was just starting to lighten up with dawn’s breaking.
The Park was quiet; only 1 car drove past the house.
These are the early hours of a new day that Bob liked to enjoy: I am starting to enjoy these early mornings, too – it is still strange to have my sleep/wake hours so totally switched around – but I’m getting used to it.
I checked my FB Page & my Blog Page (both were quiet: no one active) … then washed my hair and hit the road.
I hit the road with a sense of adventure.
The other day someone asked me for directions to Adna’s Floral Sales, and I had to look the actual physical address up – I rely totally on landmarks … so my directions go like this: take Westside highway to Vader, hang a right after the Little Crane Restuartant. Drive through Winlock-Evaline-and Napavine until you see Frosty’s on the right – hang a left just past Frosty’s …; my directions have people’s eyes glazing over: most people want a cut-n-dried address (so I googled it). While studying the mapping, I spotted a cut-off road at Evaline.
So, I went to bed last night knowing I’d try something new this morning 😉
Neither Bob, nor I, had ever driven this road.
It was something new, dovetailing something
old.
And I hadn’t written the road names down (I would be taking 2 new roads today to get to Adna). I was relying totally on what I had seen on the google map.
And you know what?
I wasn’t even nervous!
I was excited😊
I was being bold 😉
I was being the old me – the me I was before Bob came into my life; and changed he and me to WE. And a baby 9 months later made me view life with caution. I was no longer a free agent. I had responsibilities that curbed my boldness.
But, now I am only ME again.
So, this morning, my curiosity sparked the embers of that old boldness.
I laughed out loud when I hung that left at Evaline.
And Buffy St. Marie’s song ran through my thoughts: “I’m cutting my own way through my own day/and all I dare say, is, it’s my own …”
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnKlBesHYQQ)
I’m more ‘in the present’ this year.
I’m actively moving forward, and stretching the boundaries of my comfort zone.
I’m getting more competent with the GPS.
I’m getting bolder with new experiences.
I’m encouraging my gypsy bone.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi2hD4sNat4)
After I
settled up with the cashier, and settled my boxed plants in the Highlander’s
back end; I drove the loop drive from Adna through Chehalis; along Jackson Highway
– and along Bond Road – over Lone Oak and down Old Pacific Highway … back home.
There were 2 other highways I noted this afternoon that I want to explore. I’ll look them up online and make a note to figure them in at some point this year.
As soon as I parked in the carport and unloaded the car, I started potting up some of the flowers I bought earlier.
I was in the middle of my activity when the phone rang and I was invited to Supper with friends. I would have enjoyed that … but I was covered with potting soil; and I really was running out of steam. I was literally yawning while scooping potting soil into pots and arranging colorful flowers in various pots. So, I begged off, and promised to have Supper with them later next week (they know tomorrow is Shabbat; and I am claiming my 3-day down time).
After I said goodbye, I finished up my potting activity: and hung the WHY Traps (1 in the carport; 1 in the Maple tree).
Man!
I am beat!
Today was a very early morning, and long day.
Tomorrow,
if I’m up to it, I’ll start turning over the soil in the garden boxes (and
figuring out what to do with the surplus of leftover flowers) before
Shabbat kicks in 😉
