Poignant, Fran. So much here, but the poem on twisting is especially beautiful and tender. I am glad I am not the first to comment. I am glad there are readers - and I am glad you are a writer and are writing. Thank you.
Road trips are my passion. Once my husband stopped commuting to the Bay Area from Truckee, he saw the delight in getting behind the wheel for that mindlessness, resting the brain, having no destination but maybe a BBQ place for lunch. I've always used road trips or day drives to procrastinate or be "somewhere else" than the drudgery at home. The air is fresher coming through the window of a moving car.
I love this, Fran. My back is twisting too but not from any disease. Life is having its way with me (it didn't help that my horse bucked me off). I like the way you look at it all, though. Thank you.
Poignant, Fran. So much here, but the poem on twisting is especially beautiful and tender. I am glad I am not the first to comment. I am glad there are readers - and I am glad you are a writer and are writing. Thank you.
Reading this made m not alone as I twist towards the left,.
Remember especially road trips and camping especially over a fire
Item list road trips in my blue Volkswagen camper.
Road trips are my passion. Once my husband stopped commuting to the Bay Area from Truckee, he saw the delight in getting behind the wheel for that mindlessness, resting the brain, having no destination but maybe a BBQ place for lunch. I've always used road trips or day drives to procrastinate or be "somewhere else" than the drudgery at home. The air is fresher coming through the window of a moving car.
I love this, Fran. My back is twisting too but not from any disease. Life is having its way with me (it didn't help that my horse bucked me off). I like the way you look at it all, though. Thank you.
Thank you, Sue, from one poet to another.
You have a life much like mine, the writer's life with knitting, road trips, and possibly a fur baby to augment the madness. Cheers to you, my friend.