with a sleepy and tired back and this iron will to get out and get away, I dashed to the car with my child and escaped into the night of nights and sped off for nowhere but peace and the night's air on my skin.Now it is almost dawn and my skin is itching by the few shards of light driving into my bedroom chamber. The night was bliss and marred only slightly.
Few nights are tinged with cool air this time of year without being damp or miserable. Tonight was a clear night and we were hungry and not ready for home. We had only just left and I, loaded with frozen espresso, and she with her colorful ice of choice, we sped off for gasoline and a destination. Alone, at peace and happy. Driving Miss Lobo...hahaha...she loves it. We wound up looking for pizza. It was discussed earlier and the night air had us both a little voracious. I took a scenic route south and passed by a local pizzeria chain and made a u-turn to head back. I now had a plan and it was saucy pie and cool breezy coastal air. Having missed Anclote Park in my quest for food we found ourselves a county away and with food and drink headed to parts not seen in our area. We made it to the causeway and drove down looking to the vast and dark water with a thin line of distant lights suggesting a strand of bulbs strew on the water when in actuality it was a far away beach access and social mecca for the young and old alike. Not the pristine darkness and privacy we had found, and with windows rolled down we ate and listened to music and I watched as my Lobo danced and played in the headlights from our car and searched for shells to add to her treasures. She was barefoot and bent over pulling her jean legs up so as to get in the water a little ways but I warned her that the night creatures are many and the water holds its own night predators, jellyfish pods. So her wandering to wet sand ceased and she played and looked at the stars and it was a beautiful site to see her happy while I sat in the driver's seat listening to music and feeling the winds cool kiss pick up.
Time was slipping by and in my concern for a late Friday with alcoholic troubles at the two o'clock hour I wanted to head back to familiar territory and we still had some shopping for the morning. Again taking the scenic route back we went by the hospital to which she was born and then to a little Greek town and decided to drive around and scope out rentals and "window" shop while daydreaming of our own home someday. We felt perfect and content and ready for what stress going back home held and were circling a pond near center of town and staring at all the beautiful Grecian style homes built there when a truckload of teens decided my car was as good as any to bomb. Car-bombing is a past time that is dangerous. It involves a hard cased paint bomb or other murky medium, and the object is to merely strike another's windshield and laugh your ass off. No one ever sticks around to see if anyone is injured in the making of the frolic adventure for the teens and I was shaken. I swerved and could not see for the paint that covered my visibility on this dark one lane road. I was angry, miffed and pissed. I was also in a small city-township and had a five mile drive or better to the nearest open gas station to clean what was obstructing my view.
The point is my kid thought it was funny. When other kids do things like this it doesn't just have lasting effects on the property damage or lost time but the image it sends to other children younger than themselves. She thought it was fun until I pulled into the station and made her get her head in the driver's point of view so she could see what I couldn't. It was an all too real opportunity to teach and I had "free" models of representation provided by the local hoodlum chapter of Friday night revelers. It was a bitch to clean and a slap in the face considering I had already stopped on my way out and meticulously cleaned my windshield, my washer fluid is broken so I routinely cleaned my windshield the old fashioned way when I was off without a curfew and the adventurous mood struck, and did not want to spread the paint around so was forced to drive with my head almost out the window. On the way to the gas station I pulled over alongside an officer in the town and gave him a general area as to the whereabouts of the perps in the hopes they would stay to the same streets and cause more night's "fun." It was a good day for her and I and it was marred for an instant by the boredom of youth, and a perfect lesson of disdain to my own youth on how not to behave because what seems fun to you has devastating effects on the ones who have to deal with the mess. All in all a win and she will forever remember the night's adventure, just not the way we intended but still.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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