The things we do

It's dark and quiet. The usual for 5am on a Saturday morning. I'm supposed to sleep in a little later than this at the weekend. But not today. I peer around the curtains. No sign of yesterday's snow returning. Good. I have an early morning road trip to organise. First coffee, shower, clothes, war paint and I'm ready to prise reluctant offspring apart from their duvets.

The inky blue skies begin to pale as we shiver our way out to the car and I tie the wheelchair down with icy fingers.

We head for the Galway road. But only one of us is going away for the weekend. Angel has to get there, but is not ready to tackle motorway driving on her own. So she organised a lift, as you do.

But the lift was coming from Navan, which is in the wrong direction.

A meeting point was arranged at a motorway service station. A new one to me. So we follow Google Maps and the signs that lead us off the motorway and down a windy country lane until we find ourselves looking across the fields at a motorway service station. Accessed from the motorway. Would my daughter have to pick her way through the wet grass? I thought it would come to that until I spotted a half open metal gate. The van squeezes through as I ignore the 'staff only' sign. We made it. The rendezvous is successful and the good byes are said.

The clouds are washed with pink as the sun lazily rises bathing the green fields of Kildare in a golden light as we head back to the waking city.



We arrive just as the sun tops the trees in the park. In time for all the usual Saturday activities. Beginning with more coffee...

It should've been a pain, but life has become so routine that it felt more like an adventure and a challenge. Another thing I miss from my old life. Even if it was just a drive in the dark to a service station with a car full of sleepy offspring. And I realised that the everyday sameness of the life I live now is one of its biggest challenges for me.

I thought I was doing a favour for my daughter. But maybe I was really doing it for myself.


10 comments:

  1. A break from normal rouitne, even if if it does involve such an early start, can be really good. Sounds like you made the most of this one, and found your wonderful blogging/writing voice in the process :) Safe journey to your Angel. xx

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  2. That was lovely. Adventures are wonderful. for a very long time-my brain would complain about not having enough of them-it would remind me of all the ones that I had as a kid...and then-I let my heart take over..Once I realized that it is the heart that decides the adventure..things changed for me.. in the best of ways..

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    1. That's a great way to look at it, that I hadn't thought of, thank you x

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  3. Very intersting take on it. I can see how that could happen. I love the poetry in this blog post and the twist in the tale.

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  4. Sometimes we need to break routine but haven't the strength or inclination to do so. Sometimes I feel just like you after an 'adventure' like this and promise myself I'll make more effort, but I rarely do.

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    1. I hope you get the chance to do it more often in the future.

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  5. It is quite hard to step out of the zone and do something new..... but worth it. xx

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