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There is nothing like getting away.  Whether its for a week, a weekend, or even a 30 minute lunch break in the car to get away from that annoying coworker you are stuck with all day.  A recharge and refocus can do a lot for your mental state.  We have our favorite get away spot too.  This summer we have tried to soak in every minute we could too/. Especially now with the ever so quickly approaching shadow of the return to school.  Then our time sponge will be squeezed by the forces of homework, pickup/drop off, softball,  the list goes on and on.  Then the holidays will rear their ugly heads again.  So here we are in the relaxed time of year relaxing as much as possible.  Enjoying time with our in the moment, before the next wave of challenges try to overpower us.  So much of life is how we process it and deal with it.  The mental clock runs at a higher
singer said you keep songs in your pocket like a pack of cigarettes.  These songs take you on trips and remind you of a place and time where you heard them.as backdrop of your life..  I totally agree.  One reason I started watching deadliest catch is for their theme song-Bon Jovi's Dead or Alive.  We must have played Rob Base's It Takes 2 a thousand times that week after graduation.  But to bring this story full circle, there are two sounds from my child hood that I have heard at our get away that take me back to my childhood.  The eerie call of a hoot owl and the call of the bill frog. Bruce fiunny story of the bullfrog first.  I must have been about  the same age as my youngest daughter or probably even younger.  My grandparents have a pond in from of their house,  and this pond is home to bullfrogs among other things.  I was spending the night there one night, and apparently I was a little homesick.  I swore the chorus of frogs was saying " go home, go home, go home". , because apparently they didnt want me there.  I here this same chorus from a group of frogs down by the pool here.
The owl sound has a similar story as far as setting goes.  My grandfather and his brother would imitate sounds of animals one of which was an owl.  I can still remember riding with him to my grandmother's house one night, the windows down riding the short road through the woods to her house. He  did his owl call out the window.  I enjoyed the sound and the short trip with my grandpa.  A couple months ago, I heard an actual owl while at our getaway.  A sound I had heard, not too many times since that night with my grandfather.  He drove International trucks, and had several around his house.  If I was any kind of gear head, I would like to redo a similar truck or even better like to drive his truck, but I am sure they have found a final resting stop somewhere else.  Hopefully with PawPaw and his owl call out an open window on a warm summer night.