Mrs Groovy

When I am feeling overwhelmed at night I go out back and stand on the kid’s picnic table and look at the lights down the road from the city. Nearby our neighborhood is a highway, highway 20-26 which I drive frequently but rarely at night. The lights flying down the road seem like lights of life driving to their destination. I watch the cars turn off the highway and into the neighborhoods surrounding us. I imagine them coming home from work or possibly going to work. My thoughts go back to working nights in a cookie factory for 9 long years. The flash of light from the storage building across the highway flash and remind me the city is close but yet so far away. I am reminded of driving from downtown Salem, Oregon to our little town in Stayton, driving from my job at Hallmark to my parent’s house, the cars whooshing by me. Stayton, the town where my life changed. The sounds of the cars whooshing by sound frantic but yet calming even now as I am again in the present time.

I’m living in the past again, I do it so often now. Every time I drive to Boise, I’m young again and my Dad is still here and I smile. I see the images of my Mom so much younger… I don’t want to grow up. Age has never been my issue but as I near the big 4-0 I begin to reflect and I’m not liking what I see.

You can say if I could go back in time and do it again I’d do it all the same. I wouldnt want to do it the same but if I didnt I wouldnt have them…. and they are what I live for.