My nana tells us how she and Grampa used to pack all the kids up and go for a Sunday drive. Sometimes they'd pack a lunch, and sometimes they'd stop somewhere to get a bite.
But they'd be gone all afternoon with no particular place to go.
I don't think our generation does this anymore. Gas is too pricey. The kids have activities to get to. Housework and errands have to get done. Sunday afternoons aren't the same anymore.
They go by too fast.
But today we slowed it down. The Man and I went out for a Sunday afternoon drive.
We meandered our way north to visit his aunt and uncle. We haven't seen them in a couple years. They only live about 1.25 hours away from us, but the busyness of life takes over and we don't get to see them as often as we'd like.
We drove through several towns and I got a wee bit obsessed with shooting church steeples. The Man was getting just a little irritated because I kept putting the window down to get a clean shot.
It was a little chilly.
And my head was in the way at the intersections. He has this thing about being able to see clearly before going through an intersection. Go figure. Doesn't he know that's getting in the way of my art?
We had a nice visit with Uncle B. and Auntie C. They are what you would call "salt of the earth" people.
They've been married "59 long years," as Uncle B. says. We talked about kids and grandkids and great grandkids. We talked about farming and gardening. We talked about Mom, Uncle B.'s sister.
They had coffee and cookies for us.
It was a perfect destination for a Sunday drive.
Love you Uncle B. and Auntie C.