On the way to see the Boybird yesterday afternoon, I inexplicably took the Freeway
(yes, I KNOW...this advertises for all the world that I am a Left Coaster...)
instead of the pretty road,
and the Daughter bird instantly perked up and said
*Are we going somewhere DIFFERENT? This isn't the way we USUALLY go....*
sigh.
No, it ISN'T the way we usually go.
We don't cut people off or drive 85 (or WORSE, 45)mph
or play chicken with tractor trailers.
By the time I had gone five miles, I was so tense
I had a stiff neck.
I gratefully got off at the first possible exit that would get us back to
the USUAL way.
*Well* said the daughter bird
*THAT was pretty foolish! What was THAT about?*
I replied that I had no earthly idea,
just felt like taking a different way home.
She tipped her head as if listening to an invisible radio station.
*Oh, because of the traffic jam that my brother is in?*
WHAT?
I tried not to panic,
but as soon as I got to the Boybird's house, I noticed that the van wasn't there.
Somebody came out and apologized and said they'd be quite LATE.
They'd gotten Stuck in an awful traffic jam on the USUAL way.
When they DID arrive, the Boybird hopped out of the van, put his lunchbox away
and sprinted over to the Mommymobile.
*BRUEGGER'S!* they both shouted.
We had a lovely snack and brought a dozen bagels back for the house...
I marvelled at how the only foolish person who had
panicked over the delay was...
ME.
Now THAT's some progress!
Hope your weekend is filled with meaning!