And, if we're lost... then we are lost together
Well, except for the "together" part being a bit spotty, that seems to sum up my life. I get lost a lot.
The little chick and I went to Germany to visit friends this weekend. It was a wonderful visit, great to see them - it had been more than a year and a lot has gone on in all our lives since then - and TLC was very, very well-behaved in the car.
Until we were on the way back.
As we drove, I could see this mist rolling over the hills in the distance. It was amazing. And it was one of those things that I thought, you know, the pictures will never look like that looks. But then I figured, hey... I'm here, it's beautiful, it doesn't look too far from the highway, and the little chick is in good spirits. So, I pulled off towards a little town called Estaveyer du Lac and started chasing the light.
Well, in the end it was tough to get a good spot... there were trees at most of the good vantage points, and between having to find a place I could drive to and park at (or near), as well as make sure TLC was happy and safe (wandering along the side of the highway is okay if it's just me... different rules when she's along...), I'm not sure if I got the shots I wanted.
But I did learn an important lesson: looking for a way to get good sunset pics means two things:
- Time is not on your side - if that sun is going down, you better already be where you need to be
- Finding your way somewhere during sunset means finding your way back in the dark
So, between the fact that I was driving all over trying to find the perfect shot, the roads in the Swiss countryside are anything but orderly and the signage is... well, let's say of limited use (great if you happen to want to go to one of the towns on the sign... completely useless if you're trying to find a specific road), the little chick and I spent a bit of extra time driving around.
And there was one point where, after I turned around, she actually said, "No, Daddy, not this way." She's not even three years old. I don't know if she actually had a better feeling than I did of where the highway was (unfortunately, not out of the realm of possibility) or if she was just tired of her car seat, but it kind of freaked me out. Eventually, she did just get tired of sitting, not being able to reach her toys... so I did what a man should always do when faced with an unhappy, frustrated woman: I gave her some food and rubbed her feet until she was happy again.
Anyways, we're home now... safe and happy after an absolutely wonderful weekend. Lost, maybe; but, at least, lost together.
5 comments:
Wow - this brought back many memories. First - of the friends in Germany, second - of the roads in Switzerland, third - of a three year old telling you which way to drive (do you remember your little brother doing that to you?) I am glad to know that you're home and I'm glad that you learned some ground rules for chasing sunsets. I'm glad you don't chase storms! Love you!
food and a foot rub? That's all it takes? That's the code to women?
Come on. We women are a little more complicated than that. Cute with the three-year-old though. :) You'll do well at Daddy-Daughter dances when she hits high school. Off with the dancing shoes...
Well, between me being a little more mature and having a different kind of relationship with TLC it wasn't quite as hard to take this time. But yeah, I remember.
And maybe a snack and a foot-rub aren't all it takes to make things right, but I still figure it's a pretty good starting point.
*sniff*
I thought we women were code-defiant ... unlike "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"...
But it's a nice thing to do. :-) I'm sure all the women reading this are thinking "geez, I wish *my* man would give me a foot rub..." You get points for that.
As for the real topic of being so desperately lost... loved the "No Daddy, not this way"! Give her another few weeks, she'll be driving!
You're right on there Darryl - food and a foot rub is just about heaven for me. :) Troy can attest to that.
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