I have 2-3 days to get to Las Vegas, New Mexico. It’s only 71 miles, so if wind let’s up and we get some donations, we should get there. Why did I put a time frame on us? Because there’s a drive in movie theater that will play Dumbo this weekend.
I’ve never been in a drive-in. The kids have no idea what a movie theater is in general. I was looking for a cheap-o kids movie we could experience. I think this will be much better.
We played some puzzles. Atreyu did amazing with the ABC one. Then we read a couple books. I cooked noodles in Alfredo sauce, adding some red pepper and onions left over from Atreyu’s pizza pocket project yesterday. Naturally he said he only liked peppers in his pizza, which I called bullshit on. He ate well after minimal squirming. Galixy, unsurprisingly ate more than Atreyu. I cleaned the dishes. Which reminded me about this morning dishes. Atreyu did help with some, but I ended up snapping at him when I saw him put the dirty dishes onto his shirt to hold them steady. He handed it straight to me and was “done.” It’s not like I have that many dishes, so cleaning the ones we’ve used isn’t that big of a hassle. Now they are watching “Cars”. Appropriate considering we’re sitting on Route 66.
Galixy didn’t take a nap today and his attitude is showing. Willful to begin with, unstopable when grumpy. I’m very looking forward to washing and bed time.
I really wish one of these Santa Rosariens are going to kick down while I’m just chilling at their supermarket. I see plenty of people. Some walk in and within 5 minutes are back out. Others seem to wander the barren aisles looking for dinner inspiration for half an hour and come out with one sack.
I’m checking the weather every hour to see if the windspeead has decreased enough. Also coming up with plenty of things I want to do with the kids. There’s a Texas railroad that looks like quite the experience for the boys. It leaves out of Palestine, TX. That is central texas. I do love going by Austin and San Marcos. Besides knowing some people, the area is lush and beautiful. And then I could go through and see Britney and Andy and their two kids. I should really check the status of my freedom in Texas before going through there, but as the bus is now all properly legal, I feel kinda safe.
I feel better than I did earlier today. Or yesterday. I was almost getting depressed there with the whole wind and head thing. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it, but traveling saves my brain. I must’ve mentioned it on the job front, looking in the mirror and not being able to face my inner sadness before putting on a front, just to return to desolation and pointlessness when I got home.
It’s not like I never feel sad while on the road, but the spurts of desolation are fewer and further in between. And that makes a big difference on the feeling I have about life in general. I thought I was just gonna work towards the end of my life and hopefully die somewhere in the midst, just so I could avoid the void of money troubles in old age as well (I mean look at the economy. When I heard about 401k’s when I was 20 I felt sad I didn’t hear about it when I was 13 and started investing then. silly) Now, I know my life will be consistently filled with work, but in an explorative manner where I will be learning for as long as my breath will allow. That’s not scary or intimidating to me because I know I will be able to work at a pace conducive to well being. That the days will meld together and my to do list will always keep growing. As long as I’m working toward the big goals and the common good, we will be beyond fine. I can rest.
This movie is almost over, Atreyu just informed me. Fair observation. I’m gonna bust out the water kettle and some essential oils and wipe them baby butts, brush their teeth and send them to bed.
I just thought I’d utilize my downtime to get some more thoughts out there into the world. I am awfully tempted to just parouse the truckers fuel lines and ask for a fill up that way. Nix out my spange for however long, but get me at least out of here.
Kids are now in bed and this cat is awfully claw-ey.
Loving you!
Matilda the Bugus 