I Want To Drive

Hello Kin Folk and Kindred One's,

I was just outside, thinking and contemplating with the birds and butterflies. I don't hear them much like I used too, but still I'll catch a tune every once and again. I enjoyed looking and admiring our tall pink glittered flamingo in the North East yard, the one next to the pool. The hounds strolled about and taking care of business.

Now, I sit here with my hand formed aluminum cap on my head, resting a spell. I tell you, my cap works and is working right now to keep me safe from the evil folks. My Daisey dukes are held by a good quality yellow twine - keeping my britches up so they don't fall down. I have lost so much weight, so quickly that my waist line seems to be melting away, with very little effort. It is an odd thing, but I am okay with it. Huh? A loss of weight is a fantastic thing for me, anytime - any way.

I'm sitting here in my safe place remembering how much I so enjoyed driving a car, truck or van. I consider how much it was that I had emotional attachment's with certain cars and now, a renewed association with all of my pony's that come to mind, body, and Spirit's.

I have lost my independence to Meniere's Disease. It took my ability to drive away from me. Meniere's not only made I deaf on the left side, neither do I have balance on that same side, it has taken so much more and today I am slapped by reality, My Good God and I, knowing I have not driven any sort of transport since before 2010. Maybe a bit more before, but then I'm not trying to remember that day. But yes, there have been so many times when I become desperate with the urge, need and yearning to just jump into my pony/car and take a long drive. Just to drive.

Like I would and did with that gorgeous 1973, Powder Blue Volk's Wagon. Oh, the travels and memories that were had in that awesome means of transport. I remember bringing my Abuela Mary, from Tampa to Miami one summer years ago. Folks who are adults and off on their own, were children back when we would take epic trips out to the Everglades, or the Florida Keys, or take the tunnel in down town Fort Lauderdale, just to go in and out of the tunnel, blowing the horn and my daughters would scream in unison with play and enjoyment. I did too.

An other awesome dream putt-putt for me was this huge Gold Chevy Station Wagon we had while the girls were still in school. It must had been 1988 or 1989 or there or so. This golden daddy car came up more so for a safe transport to school for my daughters, yeah true, for Mommy and I too, but kind Folks, I mean to share that this was a car with a reputation in South Tampa. There South of Kennedy Blvd. I like to think that it was affectionately known and referred to as the "Sierra Family's Family Station Wagon", and what a sight it was. So huge, so very golden and handsome, and Honey's, this wagon was plastered with appropriate calls for equal rights, racial equality, a pink triangle and a long colorful rainbow. We also had beautifully bright Native American window clings attached for safety and protection. Them to establish boundaries. The last pony of mine was a P.T. Cruiser, we had extraordinary sweet times with trips to and from Cherokee in that pony. We used this car of mine with the new car smell for a trade in so that my wife could drive a Dodge. A stronger and safer vehicle for my bride to drive to and from work.

Relations, I can't even ride a three wheeled tricycle to the corner store right now. Every attempt I have made, thus far, has had me smashing into some body's mail box, their bushes, or cars. I have been blessed to not have been smashed my self by the traffic out there on the streets. Blessed, yes? I swear, if I could ride my purple sparkling trike - I would ride it up down South to Valdosta, GA. Stay a spell with my baby sister and her crew. Sit with her out back and talk to the cows and feed the geese. Then, off to Flowery Branch for a few and on up there to Cherokee. You're damned right, I want to drive and I would drive 55 MPH just because...

...I want to drive.