Friday, July 17, 2009

typical

it was a typical day.

rising, greeted by the aroma of fresh brewed coffee, sweet in its bitterness. dressed and out the door early we traveled two hours away to the through towns with names like Red Oak, Drake, Cullen and Evergreen. long expanses between populations were filled with crops waiting to be tended in their lush greens and yellows. the boys napped and played, while we talked and looked.

arriving in Clarksville, colorful rides sat dormant among covered booths, only whispers remained of the festival we were hoping to catch. the evening would breath new life into the fair grounds, but having only the day we were left in the middle of nowhere, with no one and no plans. next time we will call ahead instead of trusting the internet, i believe. or maybe not.

we ambled down Main Street, through curious little shops, hiding among the crafts, pop gun in hand taking aim at the little boy commandos sneaking up on me. we made the feathered puppets dance in the aisles and smelled gel candles in wine flutes, comparing flavors. reaching the foot of the bridge at the end of the street we watched the waves in the lake, telling stories of walnut fights as kids, the precursor to paint ball with their yellow stains. unhurried.

our route home wound a new way through different small towns, a vicious storm having blown through, ripping trees by their roots leaving them in pieces in yards, on houses and such. strange, it had never darkened our day, only leaving signs of its passing in our absence. there was a peace in the air, amid the chaos.

the crunch of gravel signaled our arrival home, the sun on its downward passage into darkness. our day was much different than what we had planned, instead we got what we needed. refreshed once again.

it was a typical day.

22 comments:

♥ Braja said...

Sometimes the typical are the best....

Louise said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I'm glad you did because I came here. You are an amazing writer.

LENORENEVERMORE said...

My grandparents had graveled driveway...I remember now the sound! Great weekend Brian!

Nancy said...

Changes in plans are okay when you're together, I think.

Lorraine said...

So wonderful to get what you need instead of what you want, again i love your writing. I'm assuming this is your lovely wife? She's gorgeous ;)

Madame DeFarge said...

Sounds like a lovely day, even if it wasn't the one you planned.

Baino said...

You didn't catch the 'last train to Clarkesville?'. Sounds like a tops day although I'm betting you raised some eyebrows 'pop gunning' in the shops! I love unexpected outings.

otin said...

I hardly ever plan anything, because something usually screws it up! I find that just doing things on a whim has always been the best route for me.

Mrsupole said...

Hi Brian,

Sounds like you all had a great day together. Any day together is great. These will be the special days when sometime everyone wants to go their seperate ways. So it is always good to consistently plan days together. That is what will some day be remembered about this day.

A day together is a very blessed day indeed.

God bless.

PS...trying to visit inbetween pain pills and naps and lots of pain. Pain shunt is now out, so it hurtsssss. Hubby and grandkids taking good care of me. Went outside today for 15 minutes to check on my tomatoes and flowers. Was nice. Left arm is useless and too painful to move. If I use the fingers to type, I get spasms that somehow make it hit the keyboard. Not good. Visits will be slow.

Daniel said...

A sweet story of acceptance. Acceptance to turn something unexpected and potentially ruinsome into a positive memory. You seem to be real good at that.

Beth said...

How wonderful that you see the refreshing aspects of a typical day. We so often take them for granted.

Cinnamon said...

The most wonderful thing is that your children will absorb, as if by osmosis, this experience, this peace, this unhurried time with you, this sense of playfulness and refreshment.

You're feeding their soil only good things!

Candie Bracci said...

Nice post,typical Brian!;)

Joseph Pulikotil said...

HI Brian:)

It is interesting to note you had a typical day with the family. Driving around with family doing nothing practically is not only refreshing but also a wonderful experience.

How many of us can say that our typical day is spent with the family. My typical day used to be driving around different places meet at least a dozen customers and come home exhausted, fed up, tired and waiting to rest and relax. I was in the sales department of the Indian branch of a well known British company called Avery. I did this for almost 30 years.

When I could spend some quality time with my family it was not typical but it was something extraordinary. When I was on my annual leave, we drove around together aimlessly, ate where we wanted,visited any place we liked and we had a wonderful time. But that was perhaps once a year.

I was green with envy when you described your typical day:)

I enjoyed your interesting write up tremendously.

Have a nice day Brian:)
Joseph

Phoenix said...

The best things in life are these ... hope ypu are having a great day!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Funny how the sound of gravel under your feet signals a homecoming. I love that sound and look forward to it every time I arrive at my folk's house.

What a lovely day your "typical" day turned out to be.

You are a gifted storyteller, as always. Thank you.

Jill said...

What could have been a day in ruins...salvaged with time spent together.

Brian Miller said...

@braja - if we hold onto our plans too tightly we miss out on the typical...

@louise - ty. smiles.

@lenore - i grew up in the land of the gravel driveway. took several years before i found one of my own. love the sound of home. i hope you have a great weekend as well.


@nancy - i think so too.

@lorraine - thanks for the kind words for the wifey. will share them with her later. if we could find satisfaction in our needs as oposed to our wants i wonder if the world would be a better place.

@madame - it was.

@baino - ha. i had that song in my head when i wrote this. funny. yeah, pop gun saluting in a small town is a good way to get a visit by the local popo.

@otin - i plan loosely, because stuff happens. if you hold on too tight you just get frustrated and ruin an otherwise wonderful day.

@mrsu - so excited to hear your progress! i know it will not be easy manageing the pain, but sounds like you have a good crew to help out...another thing you can do together. hope and healing.

@daniel - i try. i have ruined many a day in the learning.

@beth - yes, i think we do. hopefully we learn before it is too late.

@cinnamon - i hope. they watch every little thing we do. we forgeet that sometimes. until we hear it from the backseat...

@candie - smiles.

@joseph - your words always add so much...i spent several years on the road in sales and training. i missed the first year or so of logans life running the rat race. i find an easier pace, while it does not bring the same money, makes me a whole lot richer. thanks for your words.

@phoenix - i could not agree more. have a great weekend.

@joanna - the little things remind us of home...the crunch of gravel, the smell of a meal cooking in the kitchen, the feel of shag brown carpet between toes...ahh...ty.

Brian Miller said...

@jill - just missed you. i ruined many a day in the process...no more...i hope. hope you have agreat weekend.

jake (to the) holla said...

i love when plans change unexpectedly, for the better.

and yes, i'm still drinking water hahaha.... i haven't given up thaaaaat easily

The Retired One said...

Couldn't have explained it any better!
When we travel, we often purposely pick the "side roads"...off the tollways, off the major 4 lane highways....to the country.
We call it our "adventures"....and it never disappoints....we have found estate sales full of antique treasures, seen buffalo farms, deer, swans, and all kinds of things...those are the memories that are important...not the tourist traps typically found.

Wings said...

Always good to turn the unexpected or unplanned into something at least fun and memorable.