Memoir - Life

The river runs slower and wider 'til it enters the sea

My life's river flows ... I go to class where I am the oldest student.  I clean the house ... sometimes.  I go to bed and rise the next day. I shower. I cook.  I do the laundry.  Occasionally, I make my bed.  I dust and vacuum. I take care of the daily tasks of living ... just.  I watch TV.  I surf on the net.  I am mostly solitary throughout the day. I grow older.  When last did I plan a picnic?  Go on a hike?  Have a long, hearty conversation with someone?  Where is the sponeneity of my youth?  Little nuggets of it are found along the riverbed ... coffee with a friend, chatting with my children, dinner out.  The challenge of being a young mother, constantly on the go, exploring, discovering, glad to have a moment to myself, are gone.  The fast running, rocky river has widened, slowed, and I am heading for the sea.