A SUNDAY DRIVE

I can remember a time in my life when it was as though I had to be in a hurry to get everywhere.  To go somewhere on a Sunday was to hope that you didn't get behind a Grandpa and Grandma on the road.  You know what I'm talking about.  They crawl along at the speed limit or slower,  and you are pounding on the steering wheel or the dash and hollering 'Get out of the way Grandpa.'  Okay, maybe a few others words got thrown in depending on how much of a hurry I was in.  As I grow older I find myself doing old people things, like taking Sunday drives!  I don't want to get in a hurry taking Sunday drives either.  I want to be going slow enough to look at houses and cows and horses and whatever there is to see.  It might be things I pass by all the time, but I want to take the time to see them.  Fred and I took one of those Sunday drives today to a community close by that I have never seen before.  It is called Serenbe, and it is a beautiful place.  I recommend all my local friends to go and see it on a Sunday drive! 
As most of you know, my grandbabies live in Florida and I really wish they were not so far away, and that I could take a Sunday drive every week to see them. I haven't been to see them since May and my heart aches at times because I miss them.  I often see things on Sunday drives that I know they would enjoy doing.  I want to take Joel and Ethan fishing on Sunday afternoons.  I want to take Kavya shopping on Sunday afternoons.  I want to bake cookies and make homemade ice cream for them on Sunday afternoons.  You get the idea. I am a grandmother and that's what grandmothers do! 
In about 6 years my oldest grandson Joel will be able to get a drivers license.  I need to teach him that if he goes somewhere on a Sunday afternoon and gets behind a Grandpa and Grandma creeping down the road, that he should creep along behind them and just enjoy the scenery.  Hopefully he will. 
Since I can't make that 320 mile drive on this Sunday, I will close this blog and make that drive through 320 miles of telephone line.  I need to at least hear my sweet babies voices.