August 6, 2014 – I worked the morning shift at the brewery before coming back to Coop #3 at lunchtime to a nice bowl of spaghetti and garden vegetables. Then I decided to take the Vespa out for a brilliant ride around town to clear the old noggin.
“Where are you headed?” Sawyer asked.
“I don’t know yet,” I replied as I strapped on my colander helmet.
“If you don’t know where you are going, how will you know when you’ve arrived at your destination?” She probed.
“No matter where I go, I’ll be there,” I answered.
“Okay,” she nodded, obviously satisfied with my response.
“Just be home before dark. Mom’s hanging up the sheet for movie night tonight. You don’t want to miss that.”
Indeed I did not. Popcorn, folding chairs and a musical… I’d be there alright. But for the next couple of hours, it’ll simply be me and my scooter, zipping over hills and back roads freeing my imagination and praying not to get splattered in the eye by a stink bug. Maybe I’ll work on my word play. I used to be quite good, once a pun a time.