When I was a kid, one of the scariest things my mom would do is leave without clear intent or destination. She did it seldom, once, maybe twice, but one always knew when it was happening because she said she was going to Texas.
We knew no one in Texas. Thus is the sense of humor in our family.
The end of this week found me ready for a trip to Texas as well.
As much as I love to spend every waking minute raising my kids and attending to my husband, there is a point at which every human has to just get away.
This week found me at that point. I escaped. Where does one escape? I guess that can tell much too.
I confessed to a friend that I had started watching Westerns on the movies. “They’re just so simple. Bad guy, good guy. Bang bang.” Sometimes one just doesn’t need all that nuance! Natural settings, earthy, relaxing, horses, campfires, streams, Native Americans. Clint Eastwood squinting.
Podcasts. Lately I am so pleased to listen to Rick McKinley from Imago Dei. He says the word “stoked” all the time which makes me smile. He’s a 90’s guy. Typically I am listening on a walk or in the car. I get excited, thoughtful or just wrapped up in what he is saying, in a good way. Most of it isn’t new, but sometimes it is good to hear a differing angle on a thing.
Timothy Keller’s The Reason for God. This is a book that will make one think a bit. Not too much, but it takes one to a different headspace, altogether good. It’s not one I can’t put down, it is very easy to put down, but it’s doing the escape job for me.
The carwash. Sad, but true. Unfortunately, the car has been parked outside because J is building a fence, slowly, in the garage, meaning that a saw is in the place of the car. I repeat to myself “Do not complain. He is building a beautiful fence.” But it also means that with the car parked outside, trips to the carwash are futile.
I don’t think the carwash would be nearly as much fun if it weren’t for my 3 year old. She makes it altogether a much more *exciting* experience, probably because it scares her half to death and I have to explain that everything is OKAY!
The YMCA. Sometimes this works, I think I need a yoga class or something though because I am really in a rut.
The thrift store. I, like a stone fool, decided that I would not buy any new clothes for myself. This is a sort of an attempt at a spiritual discipline for me. I always feel uneasy with the “Made is Madagascar/Bangladesh/Mauritius/Cote D’Ivoire” or in some other place where I keep hearing the factories exploit the labor terribly. I know, I know, I have watched one too many documentaries.
I like nice clothes. I have had a Nordstroms card since I was 19, and that used to be an escapism. I know even my used clothes will be made in far flung locations.
But so in making the best of it, I go to my favorite Thrift Shops. Goodwill and Buffalo Exchange or Red Light. This is where I went today. Naturally, the kid is left at home with Dad, who fully supports this mental health activity, esp. after seeing me unsuccessfully try to control the grouch that takes over me when I am in the need for escape.
And while I am out, I buy an espresso drink. I did this today, and I bought this hat,
and now I can say again how happy I am to be where I am in my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Honestly.
And all it took was a trip to Hawthorne.
I have a gift certificate to a spa, over a year old. I think I am going to use it for a spring pedicure. Wahoo! Hey I did taxes this weekend!
Where are your escapisms?