The Pilgrimage

Through the woods, atop a lonesome windswept hill, accessible only to those rugged types with all terrain vehicles and the cash to fix leaky oil pans…is my house.

It is from this humble, stalwart, and beautiful abode that every Sunday I, a servant of God, Man, and Gold (in that order), a traveler of travels, and a seeker of knowledge must make the quarter-monthly pitiless journey down our driveway. The destination: My apartment in Arbutus…and that place in the city where they learn you stuff.

On a side note:

Behold and Rejoice! That decrepit piece of doggy doo-doo that was my old car (see earlier post) is gone! However, I am compelled to give glory to God for the Grace that enabled me to have that car! It was that or walk and I do not like to walk when I can ride. God was good to me and I will never be ungrateful for what he flat out gave me in that car…but Rejoice! I now own a vehicle that I pray will last me some years with a modicum of reliability! A 98 Subaru Legacy SW!

End of side note.

Just hours before I am scheduled to leave on my momentous quarter-monthly trip I must prepare! Well, Momsy helps…a lot.

I go: ”Momsy!”

She goes: “Yes, Sweety.”

I go: “I must leave”

She goes: “I’m so sad! Let me pack you something to eat!”

I go: “Aww! Thanks! But, I will be back in four days, like always, so I don’t need a lot.”

She goes: “OK.”

Something tells me she does not quite hear what I said…

One day, when I was listening to the wind during the silence of my prayers, I heard a bird say, “The way to a Man’s heart is through his stomach, yerp yerp.” It must be true! For my heart is filled to bursting every time I leave with all the food that my Mommy thinks I can eat in only four days time!

This leads my highly trained mind to come up with a translation of what I Mother must hear when I say:

“Aww! Thanks! But, I will be back in four days, like always, so I don’t need a lot.”

She must hear:

“Aww! Thanks! Remember I will be back in four weeks, not always, so I do indeed need a lot.”

The range of variety is wide and the paper bag…s are deep.

I get:

Pizza

Corn chips

Bacon

Pot not Pies (I refuse to call savory pies, pies! I mean come on! When you ask someone over for a piece of pie on Thanksgiving, they are thinking Pumpkin not Turkey.)

Eggs

Rice

Bread

Butter

Milk

Cheese

Yogurt (to Pookies and Amy… Yes, I can and do eat the smooth kind.)

Protein Drink

Grape Juice (100%)

Tea (peach and raspberry)

Honey

Peanut Butter

Crackers

Bagels (Plain, Everything, and Sesame Seed)

Oatmeal Bars

A box of Taylee’s special gummy snacks! Shhhh

Etcetera...

As the good son that I am, I try to tuck all that scoff as best I can. O, the times will be hard indeed when I can roll out of bed in the morning and keep going all the way to the fridge with no extra effort! I can’t tell you how deliciously exiting it is to open my paper bags full of wonderful stuff that you can eat, so beautifully and lovingly place just so.

*sigh*

Where was I…O, yes, I was leaving the abode with all my food. Well, clothes too I guess, and school books and pencils and things. If I remember that is. I do tend to forget extra things like these. Well, clothes I suppose I can see the argument.

Before heading out the door I pray with Mom and Dad and then I am off! I make my way to my apartment and for the next four days I learn stuff. Then I go home for the weekend!! This journey repeats every Sunday evening.

There are only two things out of this that I wish would last forever:

The Food.

&

The...uuhh...hmmm I can't think of anything else...O, I know! My Parent's Love!

Cheers!