Apparently she has a routine and part of that routine includes me. I've just learned that when she's at home my mother gets up, checks the weather to see what she needs to wear for her bike ride. Temps under 60 degrees means a long underwear shirt and a sweat shirt in Port Charlotte. She rides her 3 wheel bike for 10-11 miles every morning and then returns home to get on the computer. She checks email, her banking stuff and reads my blog. So, as you know I've been on this road trip with my mother since last Thursday to go to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery, AL. She wonders why I haven't posted anything new to my blog since then.
Well, I have a routine too. It doesn't work so well on the road. Strange bed, strange food, time scheduled knocked to pieces. Not to worry though, I'm back for a few days and then we'll leave to drive to St Pete. I'm having a great time but there's also something to be said for the regular beat of daily activity. Usually I get up, feed the dogs and then I have this hour or so by myself to review my photos, listen to music and write to my blog. Traveling is nice and a great diversion but sitting here this morning feels good. Those activities I do daily when home turns out to be a great diversion also.
Mom has Sirius radio in her vehicle. We listened mostly to 50s and 60s music. Turns out the 70s are a reminder of my brother Marlon's and my teenage years. He played music in his room, I played it in mine. While we have similar tastes in music, my mother tells me that we'd play different music simultaneously behind closed teenaged doors. I could tell when I tuned Sirius into the 70s there was a definite twitch to Mom's head like she was reliving a stressful time. While Marlon and I being the oldest were the alpha kids, Mom is a veteran of having four teenagers at one time in the house. Out of respect and because I am nothing if not a dutiful ;-) daughter, I kept the music to the 50s and 60s.
One day we drove from Montgomery to a nearby small town called Tallassee. This was a Sunday and no one was about. It was very easy to imagine being a teenager in Tallassee. Reminded me a little of the movie "Footloose". I can visualize the town meeting decrying the negative influence music and the radio might have had on the youth. How about this sign in one of the neighborhoods?
Sorry this Monday Melody is a day late, but when I tell you there's been "No Time" just believe me! (psst...little Dusty Springfield pop reference).