My Evening and an Odd Stop
I took my mom out for dinner tonight right after work, and it was really nice. I wasn't having a meltdown this time, and we got to talk, just the two of us - I mean really talk. We have a bond now that is stronger than it ever was before, and it is so sweet. I'm not afraid to tell her things anymore and I can really be myself. We went to one of her favorite Mexican food places where they serve the best sangria. (She really missed her sangria in California!) I'm completely stuffed and I don't think I'll eat for a week...ug.
On the drive home, I had an overwhelming feeling to stop by the river. There is a big river that runs through the town I live in and I don't think I've been down to it for years. I kept thinking "Why do I have this weird feeling to stop? It's 8:30 at freakin' night!" It was still daylight, but still, very strange. So, all by myself, I drove down the unpaved, rocky hill into this little picnic area parking lot. I sat in the SUV for a few minutes feeling a little dumb, then all of a sudden I felt like I wanted to get out and walk down to the bank of the river. So I did. In clogs. Nothing special happened, really, I just stood there, staring at the river. So beautiful, and so quiet. There was no one else there, just me. I just watched the rushing water. I don't know how long I stood there - maybe 10 minutes or so. I drove home in silence. I walked into the house, which was also oddly quiet. So there you have it - my little detour home. Have no idea - guess I'm just a weirdo. Now I'm blogging about it.