{Lost}

Today I got out for a few hours solo. Alone. All by myself. Eric was gone over night with the guys for a "Gentleman's Weekend"; which I'm guessing consisted of lots of beer drinking and playing with fire out in the country, so when he got home I was able to leave for a while. After a quick trip to the material store and a stop for coffee I realized I really didn't have much else I really needed to do. I wasn't about to go right back home just yet though so I headed out of town, through the country. I stopped at the cemetery and left a quarter on my grandma & grandpa's grave for my grandpa because he always had a game of giving us quarters when we were little but only if we could pry it out of his fingers. There's usually a little line of quarters on  top of his headstone, usually left by one of the grandkids. I thought I would head home a different way, get a little lost in the country since I was in no hurry. Turn up the music as loud as I wanted and take in all the scenery while enjoying my coffee. And lost I got. Really lost. I'm horrible with remembering where I just came from and have absolutely no sense of direction  at all. After about an hour I ended up in a different  town completely. Along the way I saw some really cool old barns and  houses, scouted out locations for my own little house out in the country, saw horses and tractors and fields and pastures just starting to turn green. It was a nice long drive. And I returned home, a little later than I expected, with a clear head. Sometimes getting  lost is good...and completely necessary.