Dating : What Playing Hooky Taught Me

{{It’s got something to do with love.}}

As of late, I’ve played hooky TWICE in one week. I skipped and scampered off to do little adventures. For instance, I surprised my daughter at her work. She had been asking all summer for me to visit but of course ‘I was too busy and had to work.’ However, one day, I put busy on hold with a boulder, a wide broom, whipped cream, hot fudge and cherry slightly slipping off the top. I didn’t want accuracy. I needed whimsical.

I felt giddy like I was breaking an invisible adult-ish code ‘you should do everything BUT have some fun.’ Said a voice that sounded very familiar to “Clean your room! Polish the silver! Iron the clothes! Dust, dust, dust. Vacuum. Start dinner. Polish the shoes. There’s no time for play. There’s work to be done.”

I told that old irritating voice ‘be gone!’ And heard a neighbor’s backdoor slam so loud that I jumped. The spirit world hears us.

Nevertheless, as I drove, I got all sweaty from being excited but also waiting to get in trouble. It’s an odd mix when the past conflicts with the present, so I turned the car stereo louder and sang stronger.