"Ugly Crosses the Border"

Part 7

Sometimes we just need to get away. The ugly in life drags us down. We become fed up and at times, overwhelmed, with the regular and the everyday and we need to spice things up a bit. This CAN be accomplished in small ways, sleeping in, opening a nice bottle of wine with dinner, some good shopping, but sometimes everything just gets too menial, too ordinary, too painful and we have to cross the border. That is just what we did, "UN" in tow, last week, as we headed to Canada for a cousin's wedding. As we drove there, I realized how long it had been since we had "gotten away" on a real "adventure." We crossed the border, for the first time with our passports. We stopped at Canadian wineries, Wayne Gretzky's included. We had a wonderful time in Oakville, Ontario for the wedding, and also spent a little time in Toronto, a big city, so different and so energizing compared to our everyday life. But then, it wound down, and it was time to cross the border again...back to life, back to reality...we headed back knowing we were facing a family funeral in the coming days as Tim's grandmother had just passed away at the age of 85. Cognizant of that fact, we also made time to stop and see family, and my grandfather, in Buffalo, on our way home. Yep, real life hit us fast, pretty much the MINUTE we crossed back, but was it really ever far from our minds? We had slipped away, we had lived for a few days, a different life, but reality was always there. Crossing the border is good, but it does seem, that generally, we all do find our way back home.