I felt sort of trapped, until I recognized that this restlessness was part nostalgia of ye olde hippie days, and part the simple need to get up and GO. Since turning back the clock is not an option, I grabbed up some snacks, water, dog leash, stroller (modified bike trailer, big enough for two), and of course, my camera, and stepped out the door.
all photos followed by an asterisk were taken by Sylvia
sipping cherry-ginger compote, (I forgot a spoon)
I won't pretend it satisfied my restlessness the way heading to New Mexico in a VW bus would have, but it did satisfy. There's something lovely about walking down a hilly, winding, dirt road. When home came back in view a couple hours later, it felt welcoming rather than confining.
We had scrambled eggs and smoothies for dinner, and all is well.
What do you do when you feel crazy restless?