Since my car has no tail light, I can't drive it on the roads, and well, there's not a lot of opportunity for off-roading around here. So, it will sit in the driveway until it's towed to wherever it will be fixed ... or whatever happens to it.
One would think that would mean that we'd just stay home, and maybe if we were other people, we would have, but I had my work done, and it was a gorgeous day. I decided we were going to the library.
And we did.
Google says it's 1.9 miles from my house and takes seven minutes. Yeah. Um ... it took us a little longer than that ;).
My little troupers were all too happy to don warm clothes (it wasn't that cold out ... in the upper 30s - it was above freezing), shoulder their backpacks with their library books and bottles of water (because they never go for a long walk or car ride without bottled water - smart girls ;), pull on their boots and head off down the road.
It took us about forty-five minutes to walk down there, but it wasn't them. It was actually me. About ten minutes into the walk, I realized how much my boots really do suck for walking. My feet were screaming, but I kept walking, albeit a little more slowly. I had to tell Big Little Sister to slow down once ... or twice. She was seriously hauling some butt. I didn't think to ask her where's the fire?.
We hung out at the library for a half hour or so, and then had planned to check out the candy store in town, but while they were supposed to be open, a sticky on the door said, "Be right back. Thanks for waiting." We decided not to wait. Instead, we went over to little Mom&Pop IGA grocery a little ways up the road and bought ice cream.
Yes, my daughters ate ice cream on the walk home as the sun was setting the temperature was falling from the balmy 39° on our walk to the library to something much cooler.
Big Little Sister noted some tracks she's pretty sure were fox in one yard in town. We discovered there's an apple tree in front of the campground, and it's unlikely that anyone harvests it, because the apples were lying all over the ground. We noticed that there is a very generous oak tree just right down the road from our house right in front of the newest subdivision. Several waste management trucks passed us full of snow, and we figured they were probably coming from Portland.
We talked about how neat it was that we were walking instead of driving and that we were able to notice all of those things, to slow down a bit and pay attention to what's happening around us instead of just zooming along and missing life.
And really, my girls like to bike and walk, and if given the choice, they're just as likely to choose the people powered transportation over the fossil fuel one.
Sometimes we feel like we need to take the car, because time is an issue, and it would take a long time to get where we're headed if we had to walk or bike.
Sometimes, though, when we're not on the clock, we like to slow down and use what God gave us. At times like those, I'm thankful that we're all healthy, that we have all of our limbs, and that walking with my three girls is an absolute pleasure ... even when my boots suck and hurt my feet ;).