Seniors Gone Wild

An afternoon with no commitments and Gerry and I head off to explore. With coffee in hand, I direct the way to where we’re going and, later, my adventuresome husband takes us down dusty prairie roads we think will lead us eventually back to Moose Jaw. (They do. Eventually.) It’s a lovely afternoon, just the two of us spent doing something simple we enjoy.

There’s a lovely balance between conversation and silence, and plenty of prairie on which to feast my eyes. We’ve missed the spontaneity of getting in the car, grabbing coffee, and just going. Sure, there’s a lawn that needs mowing, and I need to select a piece of writing to read and the new writers’ group I’m joining, but supper is simply leftovers and there’s no need to drive to Caronport (no school for Makiya today). We’re free to just go.

So we do.

And it’s time well spent.

We’ll do it again when the opportunity presents itself and, next time, go in a different direction.

Seniors gone wild. 🙂



I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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