Life Balance: a feat we try to achieve while searching to be the best that we can we, while simultaneously raising our children to do the same. This is the equilibrium in our inner life force whereby our heartbeat matches the divine force that exists all around us. When this life balance peaks, our sense of peace, joy, love and wisdom acts as one with our very soul.
Day 38 of Free Agency
"What kind of Mom doesn't know what type of chocolate their daughter likes?"--Maggie, incredulous that I bought orange chocolate instead of dark
Kids off school this week. Opened food containers and wrappers cover the terrain. The towel farm has increased ten fold in their rooms. Shoes multiplied and mixed with all seasons of coats. Started the week at 22 degrees to go to church, ended today at 89. Such is spring break in Buffalo.
On a nice clear Tuesday, we went to Cleveland. Why, you ask? Because we could. No job. No school. No schedule. Road trip is necessary. Time to load up Vicky with all kinds of junk food (but the wrong chocolate evidently) and hit the road. Mom, Maverick, Godson, Maggie, Maggie best friend, Luke and lots of Cd's. Blast the stereo. Eat girl scout cookies for breakfast, egg mcmuffin for lunch, milkshakes for dinner. Dip french fries in chocolate shakes, swiggle Monster for early morning drive. Yell as we cross each state, and insist on peeing immediately in new state. Wave to truckers. Slow down and smile at troopers, who are wondering how we are surviving having 5 kids and one adult stuck in one car. Easy, I say, it's called, portable DVDs and Ipod. Gotta love technology.
3 hours and 20 minutes later we arrive at the Rock and Roll hall of fame. Might have speeded slightly, just to keep pace with the other cars of course. I wouldn't want to be a bad influence on the kids or anything. The Rock is all glass, geometrical, awesome building. Fabulous exhibits. If you haven't gone, do it. Take the 90 into Cleveland and follow the signs. Very fun. There's lots of other stuff to do in Cleveland, like take in the Indians and whoever is it town. Go to the science museum next door. Check out downtown. Really neat.
None of us are huge fans of any one group, so I wondered how the experience would be for us. It's not like we were making a pilgrimage to all things Jimi Hendrix. If you were, it would be a cool place. Lots of his guitars. Tons of handwritten notes where he wrote the songs. I never knew he had such fabulous lyrics or that he did much of anything besides play the guitar fast. ZZ tops car is there. Micheal Jackson's sparkling glove. Madonna's cone bra. Lots of stuff on Jim Morrison. I did not know he was arrested for allegedly exposing his penis in Miami. Fascinating.
For Buffalo fans, they show where the term "Rock and Roll" came from ( Alan Freed, Cleveland DJ is credited) but they also show lots of other DJ's that had a strong influence on developing the genre. You can plug in a city, and then its list the local guys...and then you can hear the shows. And who was there for Buffalo. None other then Danny Neverath. ..can you say, "Danny moves your fanny." They really showed lots of musical types, the top group and the top songs. As you pulled up the songs in the little cubby, then you can see what other songs influenced the songwriting. Neat way to educate yourself on music.
We leave the Rock and walk around downtown while the boys skateboard. Who knew they would have a skate park right behind the Hall of fame? We of course have skateboards because life does not exist without them. We load up on cheap souvenirs-- after all we have to commemorate the 5 hour visit with an 8x10 rock band photo, key chain, coffee cup, magnets, official guitar souvenir of the Hall of Fame, complete with certificate of authenticity, and one Jack Black movie for the ride home. We pee one last time in Ohio and journey back. Stop for milkshakes and fries in Erie--and yes, it's still under construction, and hit NY in time for the news.
And not one fight the whole day. Mom got the name "Bad ass" from Godson for making an illegal left out of McDonald's (don't they know people exit the 90 and need to go back on the 90? Do they think we want to turn and to Ashtabula? I don't think so Tim.) And at the end of the day, Maggie said to BUFF, "Best Road Trip ever---NOT!!!"
For a minute there, I thought I was actually a cool Mom.