Country roads, take me away. Sorry, John (Denver). I love my home, but country roads do not take me there. In fact, they take me in the opposite direction. And apologies, Calgon. Bubble baths don’t do it for me either. No, if I can’t have vacation, give me country drive therapy — that getaway feeling where responsibilities recede into the scenic background, compressed stressors gently unwind like a wisp of smoke spiraling skyward, and jumbled thoughts order themselves into peaceful arrays of swaying silver birch trees. The mind breathes deeply, exhaling thoughts that are free to meander along wide open roads of perspective and connectivity.
Great memories. Your grandmother was a wonderful lady. Her mother and my grandmother were sisters. They were a close knit family and always had fun together. I remember a lot of laughter when the family got together.
When you wrote” Balancing talents, self-sacrifice, love, service, mundanity, trials, faithfulness, and contentment. Try mastering that.”, I thought: Val did that all the time great writing
Great memories. Your grandmother was a wonderful lady. Her mother and my grandmother were sisters. They were a close knit family and always had fun together. I remember a lot of laughter when the family got together.
When you wrote” Balancing talents, self-sacrifice, love, service, mundanity, trials, faithfulness, and contentment. Try mastering that.”, I thought: Val did that all the time great writing
I love learning more about you through your stories, and I like your writing style!