The car journey with my hubby is a time to chat away to him about everything and anything. I'm a nervous passenger in the car. I feel every bump and every car on the road looks far too close to our car. The journey that we took on Saturday is about 193 km and it takes about 2 hours. I will do anything to entertain myself
I normally have a book in hand or music on my MP3. It's a time to relax while I have my hubby's undivided attention for 2 hours. I chat to him about my hopes and dreams my fears and thoughts. I tell him my about my work and I even told him about how comments are what motivate writers to write.
One of my favourite things to do of late is to take photos of things that inspire me or things that I find quirky. And, even in the car I grab for my camera and click away.
Me: "Dear, my legs look really long on the dash-board?" (I'm only 5.3 and I have very short legs)
Dear: "Hmmmm."
Me: "I should take a photo and point my toes so that my legs look really, really long."
Dear: "Hmmmm."
Me: "Do you think I'm crazy for taking a picture of my legs?"
Dear: "Yes!"
The journey continues and I chat about the weird dream I had that night. I ask him how he navigates the journey and how he works out how far he has driven. He said he uses land-marks to work how far he has driven and how far he has to go. I tell him that the landscape looks the same to me and I can't tell the difference between one tree line and another. I use the odometre to work out how far I've travelled and how far I have to go. My formula to work out where I am when I drive is 90km+65km+8km+30km = 193km.
We arrive at our family's home and I'm excited to see my daughter and grandson. I relax all day Saturday just watching rugby and sharing a delicious meal with loved ones.
Sunday we pack the car but I need some new walking shoes. My hubby hates shopping and he never goes to the mall. I ask him if he could take me to the mall so that I can buy some new walking shoes and reluctantly he agrees. When we're about to leave I look at his track pants and whisper to him. "I think you need to change your pants." He huffs off to change.
Sunday we pack the car but I need some new walking shoes. My hubby hates shopping and he never goes to the mall. I ask him if he could take me to the mall so that I can buy some new walking shoes and reluctantly he agrees. When we're about to leave I look at his track pants and whisper to him. "I think you need to change your pants." He huffs off to change.
We arrive at the mall with our daughter and grandson. Our little moko (grandson) is glad to have his koro (grandfather)with him today. They walk hand-in-hand as we manoeuvre through the crowd. I'm well aware that this is a painful experience for my dear. My adrenalin is pumping and I wish I had all day to window-shop and browse through the clothes and shoe racks. I can't find the shoes I'm looking for...my daughter says, "Mum get these ones, Kim K wears them for exercise." I laugh and look at the brand. I don't really want running shoes because it just ain't going to happen - me running.
I notice a style of walking shoe that looks cute and practical. I try on two different coloured pairs and I decide on the pink and grey. I pay for my purchase and I notice moko zooming past the shop with his koko in hot pursuit. It really is time to go.
Good-bye kisses and cuddles for my family. The traffic is slow as we leave the city for the country side. Sitting in the car I try on my new walking shoes and I'm excited about cutting down my carbon foot-print next week. Hubby glances across at my shoes and says, "Nice." I smile.
I notice a style of walking shoe that looks cute and practical. I try on two different coloured pairs and I decide on the pink and grey. I pay for my purchase and I notice moko zooming past the shop with his koko in hot pursuit. It really is time to go.
Good-bye kisses and cuddles for my family. The traffic is slow as we leave the city for the country side. Sitting in the car I try on my new walking shoes and I'm excited about cutting down my carbon foot-print next week. Hubby glances across at my shoes and says, "Nice." I smile.
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The car journey 30km+8km+65km+90km = home.
Great dialogue between you and "Hubby" - very cute. I definitely got the feel of your chitter chatter and him being a captive audience. The pictures are great too and yes your legs look long and no you're not crazy!
ReplyDeleteHe had no choice but be a captive audience and I love to take the opportunity to natter and natter about nothing. Great the illusion of the lense!
DeleteThanks for taking us along in the car with you and your husband. He seems to be a man of few words. Love the photos and cool shoes!
ReplyDeleteHe is a man of few words. I wore my new shoes today and they are cool!
DeleteWhat a fun way to tell about your journey, and how fun that you take such unusual photos. I like it when people look at things obliquely. You never know when you might start a trend! Sounds like a terrific day, despite the reluctance to shop, I'd say your husband had fun with the grandson. And you got some lovely shoes!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I love taking photos with my digital camera of quirky things. Yes, my grandson and hubby have a great relationship.
DeleteI like the leisurely way this unfolds just like the weekend itself. So many vivid details to comment on you being a nervous passenger, talking with your hubby about important and random things(like your legs),the joy of being with family, the trip to the mall, your daughter's funny shoe comment and possibly my favorite "I notice moko zooming past the shop with his koko in hot pursuit." I was there, too and the photos left me in admiration. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. It was a leisurely weekend. I'm glad you got the gist of what I was trying to write.
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