While we lived in Hawaii I had a very upsetting month. Our pastor and family moved back to the mainland, my dear friend went to visit her dying mother on the mainland, Dear Man had to leave for sea, because we would no longer had two adults in our house our foster baby (Boy 2) was place in another home, and I know there was something else about someone leaving, but right now I can't remember it.
Anyway, my mother suggested I come home for awhile so I wouldn't feel so abandoned. I agreed and packed up our suticases. We finally managed to get a flight on a lovely military airplane with jump seats. These run down the sides of the plane and cargo is held in the middle. It is so noisy you have to wear ear protection. Girl 2 gets extremely motion sick so I had given her some Dramamine. I decided as it was such a long, noisy and extremely boring trip that I would go ahead and give some to Girl 1 as well. I thought sleep the better situation, all things considered.
We finally made it home and my wonderful Aunt loaned me her spare car, a little Dodge Omni. It was old, but worked well enough and certainly good on gas. The girls and I toured the countryside in the blazing heat of August, with the windows rolled down. After visiting some relatives in one area we moved on to the next.
We eventually decided to visit some relatives in Idaho. Idaho has a much higher speed limit, 75 to be exact, on the highway. As we crossed the state line I stepped on the gas pedal to give the ol' Omni some energy. I wasn't at all certain I had done the right thing. The motor sounded as if it were being run off of rubberbands being turned by hamsters. A very high pitched whheeeeeeeeee sound blew in with the wind.
I finally decided on a side road where going slower wasn't going to bother anyone, least of all me. Once again, happy with our motor touring we passed many fields, farms and streams. While out in the middle of nowhere, not a farm in sight for miles, and we knew this because there were no trees in sight either, Girl 2 spoke with firm decision. She was only three at the time. "I smell a cow and...... a little girl.... eating a peach."
I quickly scanned our surroundings to find the source of these smells, certain I had not seen anything to warrant such decisive olfactory commentary. Nary an object to be found.
All in all it was a fun diversion and something to remember.
What I still don't know is, how can a little girl eating a peach smell any differently than a little boy eating a peach? |
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