"She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn't boring." Zelda Fitzgerald

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Over The Bridge And Far Away

Am on the way across the Mackinaw Bridge to, QUICK!!!!! visit my sister who has moved to the land of the far, far north. The bridge is twinkling in the blue dusk and icebreaker trails, curve away on the sheets of ice beneath us as we chunk-chunk-chunk our way over the five, high miles of grating towards the Upper Peninsula. This is one of those crazy things that only my family does, driving three hours to spend one hour with a stray sibling as part of a 2 day visit with my parents. Crazy, silly, exhausting but very "us."
Seeing five branches of your family in one week as a solo parent with four kids in tow is a great way to stretch out time. This is exactly the kind of insanity that A would not go along with. There is altogether to much fast, loud talking, too much caffeinated driving and too much manic, hurried, impossible to fit in fun.

It's been very fun and a little like living in an elastic time warp. Warm days that run together with copious cups of tea and "catching up" conversations sandwiched between delirious hours of driving, driving, driving. I have the distinct feeling that my life is being measured away in glowing highway mile-markers and potty breaks.

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