Gypsy Livin'

Last night was our second night as a family of wayward gypsies. Thank goodness for the kindness of our extended family. Without them, we'd surely be shacked up at a Best Western Express lapping up frozen biscuits with powdered gravy. This scenario- car swollen with stuff, us on the road without a care, stopping for a hot meal and an accoustic, fireside "kumbayah"- would have would have been far more charming back in the good ole' days when "we" meant Stefan and me. Now, its something else entirely. We need more than a white t-shirt, jeans and a pair of aviators. Now, it's diapers in two sizes, bottles, sippy cups, tiny, plastic-handled forks, toys, blankies, dog beds, dog bowls, food and snacks for multiple species. The "Music Together" CD has replaced the melodic indie rock of our younger years and life has surely changed. My, my, has life changed.