Last evening I was going stir-crazy. Not having a car while one’s without a muffler and the other’s in the body shop is awful when you have an infant and a toddler, and a bus or bike’s out of the question. So we socked it to the oil speculators, piled into our little rental Mazda and hit the road. Grabbed some eCreamery gelato and headed north on 52nd Street, all the way outta town. Drove through Fort Calhoun and saw kids hanging out at the ice cream stand, saw the high school football field (imagined friday night lights in the fall) and spotted a little league game in progress. It was after weaving through the town streets to watch the game for a minute that Michael confessed he’d love to live in the country someday – not way out in the sticks, but half an hour from the city wouldn’t be that bad, would it?
Though there is something to say about being able to stretch your legs and your mind in the wide-open air. Extend your arms without bumping anyone’s elbows. Let the kids explore the great outdoors on a daily basis. Being a little closer to ‘nature’. Having a little homestead. Maybe that’s the pioneer in me. Seeing four deer on our way home and the thrill Reese got as she craned her neck to watch them disappear into the corn had me almost convinced. That and driving up by north River Road. Love that spot.
Stay tuned. This sounds like an episode of ‘Green Acres’…you can take the girl out of the city, but can you really take the city out of the girl? Sometimes I like bumping elbows with the masses.