In another rousing activity austin came any with the grand prize. Why you ask? Cause he ate a banana faster than anyone else, years of practice went in to making him the grand champion master that he is. Why just today I caught him practicing for his next race.
Today on our quest for history we had the chance to stop in the middle of the road. A place called Central Point, Virginia. A beautiful, peaceful little spot outside of Fredricksburg . It amazes me that a town so little and insignificant could play such a big role in my life. This is where two people were arrested, the Lovings, simply because she was black and he was white and they were married. I am truly grateful for their willingness to stand up for what is right so I could enjoy my blissfully happy life with the man of my dreams. What a fun stop on the road of life.
The hopelessness is palpable in the air. The vast difference between poor and rich is evident as you drive down a back country road. But you would never know it when you talk to the people. We have left Florida! Having survived our first winter in Florida, we moved slowly North and by North I mean a back country road in South Carolina. Having lived in the South many years ago when in the military, I always feel like I am holding my breath, waiting for the differences between the races to rear it's ugly head. Though I am cautious, I am cautiously optimistic. In the South they are friendly, gracious, and kind, but they do not open up the way people do out west. They clothes their mouths around strangers politely nodding yes, ma'am or no ma'am. But that is all. However I can't help but wonder if it is me or them? Do I close up waiting for people to judge me because of my choice in men? Because of my beautiful children? Or am I open and free with my life, thoughts, and words the real me. The me I strive to be. We will slowly wind our way North the next few months, I wonder if the oppression in the air will lighten or will it increase as the humid stagnant air of summer increases?
It seems that no matter the life you live procrastination is your bitter enemy. While I normally love a few hours of solitude at the laundry house. Today I have so much else I can be doing. Tomorrow is moving day so we have to pack in last minute outings, two days worth of school, and laundry all into one day. While most people can do a load and continue about their business I am trapped in,the laundry mat until it is finished. Even with four washers running it takes two cycles to get it all washed. So I calculate my time like any overworked mother and; like any overworked mother I fall woefully short. I have birthday dinner with Alek on AJS birthday. Movies with Adam and laundry. Since the dog decided to pee on my bed and I have one son who wets the bed, my laundry stacks to the moon. I am however grateful that I have minimized the pile that no one seems to know who it belongs to. No one actually wore it and my favorite, girl clothes that are most defiantly not mine. All of the clothes I wash now are used, beloved, and definitely dirty. So I sit and wait for the washer to tell me it is time to get up and switch.
