If Life is a Highway, it’s Time to Lower the Speed Limit.

It’s been a very strange few weeks.

Kindergarten orientation one week, high school orientation the next, the end of school, grade 7 graduation, the solstice, Father’s Day, the 4 and 11/12ths year old became a five-year-old. The middle child had a birthday party. Milestones, celebrations, logistics, orientations, and farewells.

And I’ve become that Dad on a road trip. You know THAT Dad. The one intent on getting to Saskatoon before dinnertime so there will be no stopping at any historic landmarks, scenic picture-taking pulloffs, or frankly even to pee. Must. Keep. Driving.

Perhaps I’m not ready to acknowledge what all these changes mean.

I have a daughter that’s leaving the relative safety of elementary school and heading into the big scary high school. She’s going to be 13 soon. 13!

The middle child is becoming a senior elementary school student.

My baby is about embark on his next big adventure of Kindergarten. Which means that I don’t really have a baby anymore.

And here, the solstice has already passed. The year is almost half over and I’m still occasionally writing 2008 on my cheques.


It’s time to slow down, apply the brakes occasionally and maybe start taking some scenic detours to see the world’s largest shovel and take some pictures of waterfalls. Saskatoon will still be there in the morning.

About Tentative Equinox North

Theatremaker, Homemaker, Thoughtmaker. Great hair, Probably looking forward to my next nap.
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2 Responses to If Life is a Highway, it’s Time to Lower the Speed Limit.

  1. Pearl says:

    I’ve been an advocate of applying the brakes for quite some time. Where does it go?! Time, I mean. If only we could see it leaving, maybe we’d pay more attention.

    Maybe we CAN see it, actually. I haven’t always looked like this…



    • @Pearl Welcome Pearl! Haven’t seen you around these parts for a while. Have you ever used one of those turbo hand dryers in a public washroom? I look at my hand underneath those and think that’s just wrong that flesh should flap around like that. Maybe time is like those G forces except we just don’t perceive how fast we’re going. It’s not wrinkles it’s just the G-forces of turbo time.

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