Easy words when your child is two and the world and it's clutching hands are far in the future. Far more difficult words when your children have kicked their way out of the nest, and with wild eyes and a shriek of joy, thrown themselves into open space.
In response Cindy and I have decided to do the same thing. With wild eyes and a shriek of panic we have thrown ourselves out of the nest and are back on the road. Admittedly the shriek of panic was more about me almost crushing the mailbox than anything else.
This morning we are sipping coffee and writing in our snug travel trailer 60 miles North of Disney World. Again we have stumbled on a quiet spot in the middle of Florida's wall to wall development. Lake Griffin State Park, 4 miles from 'The Villages'. Here we intend to stay for the next ten days, taking long walks and thinking deep thoughts.
After Lake Griffin we are without destination. We have vague plans of returning to Mexico for a month and still more murky plans of buying a winter home in Florida. We are in the midst of an unscripted play, a comic romantic adventure, with Cindy in the lead and I the principle supporting actor. She supplies the plot and I bumble along at her side. Occasionally I forget my lines but she is swift to prompt me.
