America's Best Contacts and Eyeglasses.
That's where I get the kids' eyes done because you get an eye exam plus 2 pair of glasses for $69.99 plus tax. If you knew my kids, you'd understand why they need two pair each. They always have a backup pair for when the inevitable happens. As a kid, I cared for my glasses as if I loved them. I didn't love them, I despised them, but I had a certain fondness for breathing, and if I'd have broken my glasses, my mother would have made sure I missed out on lot of breathing. Being a different kind of mother than my mother was, I decided that fear should be used sparingly as a child rearing resource, and just get them 2 pair, therefore avoiding the necessity of making them fear that I might, someday, deprive them of breath.
The problem with that is that the nearest America's Best is a 45 minute drive away, and in a different state, still a Carolina, but a different state nonetheless. I despise the drive almost as much as I despised my coke bottle bottom glasses. Terra has developed a horrible habit of getting car sick in the first 5 minutes of any trip. The other 40 minutes were spent begging her not to throw up between her frequent threats to do just that. Sometimes we win. Today, an hour and thirty minutes of travel time, and somehow, we won. Thank God.
Tomorrow morning we have a play date at a park about 15 minutes from the house. We'll be in Trish's van. I hope we win tomorrow too. We've never gone on a play date before. I'd like to avoid arriving at our first covered in chunks and smelling like sour milk, thanks. Frankly, if she pukes in the van, she'll be depriving me (and Trish) of some of the joy of breathing, and I've already covered this topic...
Despite the motion sickness worries of the trip, I did enjoy the scenery. All along side the interstate are forests that have been devoured by kudzu. Kudzu finds its way into my poetry a lot. Kudzu is cloying suffocating deadly stuff - at least to the forest that bears the weight of it. From a distance though, it creates a mysterious picture that intrigues me. I wish it was the mystery that appealed to me rather than the suffocation that I identify with so well.
Anyway, I think I almost wrote a poem (on the palm of my hand of all places) and that's more than I've been able to say for months.