Necessary

Yesterday was just what I needed and, surprisingly, it involved a trip to town.  I have been caught up in the chaos and acrimony on the political scene, watching a number of neutral news shows a day as I never have before.  My news intake has generally been limited to an apolitical local channel in the morning and that primarily for the weather.  Even now I stay away from radical diatribes on either side because I don't learn anything.  I will say that being inundated daily with the anger and passions of others is wearing and confusing.  Ready to put my head in the sand like an ostrich to ignore the latest situation in Washington, I needed some peace.

The trip to town, usually something to dread and avoid, was grand, both going and coming home.  There was next to no traffic on either of the two main roads to P'ville and I could drive at my own pace and really take in the scenery.  Trees in the woods had been washed clean by the rain and leaves flashed bright sunlight.  The oaks are just starting to change color, giving a preview of what is to come.  Spring is better, but fall in the foothills is beautiful.  (Summer, not s'much.)  Having pared my list to the bare necessities, two brief stops in town and I headed home.

Not wanting to pop the bubble, news programs were off the list for the afternoon.  Instead, I found old reruns of "The Golden Girls."  I'd forgotten how funny and well written they were.  Comedies are not my usual cup of tea, but these were just what the doctor ordered.

Even on a farm, a day off now and then is necessary.