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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Amarillo with Three Women
We are in Amarillo. This time, we are taking the smarter and more bourgeois approach - stopping half-way both ways, sleeping in a motel, and actually eating dinner out. Last time, we drove straight through and ate whatever we had in the car. If you are ever in Amarillo, TX, I recommend the Tequila Ruby Restaurant. I think that we were the oldest people in the place, and maybe the only "foreigners". The food was SO abundant and delicious, though! And the margaritas! Worth driving to Texas for.
When I was younger, I thought that people who talked incessantly about politics and the state of the world were tedious bores. Now I am one of them - surrounded by more of them. What else is there to talk about??? We are a single woman who may one day consider whether she wants to have kids, a grandmother, a mother of adult kids, and a mother of semi-adult kids - one overseas in war. How can we not be talking about the world when it is in this state and we have loved ones whose futures we worry about?
Gaye brought her teddy bear. He is dressed in fatigues. When you press into his arm, Gaye's son's voice says, "I love you, mom. No matter where I am, I'll always be thinking of you. Hang in there." He says he loves her three times. It is kinda eerie, sad, touching, sweet, beautiful. I can't write about it any more. My mind goes to what can happen. I can't go there right now.
Onward to Crawford...
When I was younger, I thought that people who talked incessantly about politics and the state of the world were tedious bores. Now I am one of them - surrounded by more of them. What else is there to talk about??? We are a single woman who may one day consider whether she wants to have kids, a grandmother, a mother of adult kids, and a mother of semi-adult kids - one overseas in war. How can we not be talking about the world when it is in this state and we have loved ones whose futures we worry about?
Gaye brought her teddy bear. He is dressed in fatigues. When you press into his arm, Gaye's son's voice says, "I love you, mom. No matter where I am, I'll always be thinking of you. Hang in there." He says he loves her three times. It is kinda eerie, sad, touching, sweet, beautiful. I can't write about it any more. My mind goes to what can happen. I can't go there right now.
Onward to Crawford...
posted by Carol at 7:24 AM
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