Running Away is Good for the Soul.

I have a confession to make. Sometimes I run away. I usually tell people before I do, and I drive not run, so I guess technically it is not running away, it is avoiding my family. There is the ugly truth, do you still love me?

Today I am avoiding my family by sitting at the library. I thought this would be a nice getaway to unwind and write and you know, have a complete thought. But I was wrong; it has just really made me worry about the state of our nation. I am sitting between the adult romance and mystery stacks, and the young adult section. OH. MY. GOODNESS! First of all the Romance section…like my grandma used to say, Well, I have never! We never knew what she had never done, she never completed her sentence, but she always said it when she saw something that defied explanation. And the covers of these books they have just sitting out for everyone to see defy explanation.

And the Mystery paperbacks are not much better. If you want to be a psycho killer you don’t really have to be very creative, you can just go to your local library’s mystery section and get all the inspiration you need.

Now let’s talk about the young adult fiction. Right in front of my eyes, there is a book called Vegan, Virgin Valentine, and another above it called The Earth, My Butt and Other Big Round Things. Well, I never! What on earth passes for youth fiction these days? I don’t even know what to say to that.

I do have this nice panoramic view of a little lake\pond to my right and I think I’ll just try to concentrate on God’s beauty and not think about The Earth, My Butt and Other Big Round Things.

Looking out this nice window would encourage someone to perhaps go and walk the pretty little path that goes around the lake\pond, but I’ve lived here a long time and I’ll not be fooled. I know it is 357 degrees with %157 humidity, and it has been raining so much that the mosquitoes are large and numerous enough to carry off small animals and children.

In fact this is the reason I ran away from home. At home my husband (D) has wrangled and cajoled and downright threatened our offspring into helping him finish the deck we are building behind our house, and by we I mean D and the children still young enough to fall for the ‘come help me, I’ll be fun’ ploy.

This deck has been in the works for months. Truly, we have had week after week of nice cool or even cold weather that would have been perfect for working outside in TX, but he waits until June to decide he simply cannot stand the incomplete deck any longer. I know how this works and if I am at home, he’ll find a way to rope me in.

People, it is just too darn hot to be working outside! I can happily live with an incomplete deck until October when it is cool enough to go outside again.

So here I sit, hiding at the library. And people, I don’t feel one little bit of guilt! I’m old enough to know that ‘come help me, it’ll be fun’ is just a downright lie and sometimes you have to just let your offspring learn the hard way.