A little girls-road-trip to Barnesville, Georgia to visit relatives. Mama had been talking about it for several months, asking us to take her. Time on the road okay. Being the middle sister, I often feel that position literally; mediating, understanding each side, remaining calm. But is there also some kind of weakness there? Some kind of mousey-ness? These forced togetherness times reveal things. I am somewhat geographically challenged and my sisters appear to not be at all. Occasionally I feel a bit dumb about that. I find myself questioning things; questioning my identity. At the alleged maturity of age 60, I would have hoped those moments of not knowing my true personality would have been answered. Yet, there they are, creeping up on me like a goblin on Halloween. Perhaps I will, to some degree, spend the rest of my life looking for my true place in this world. Sigh.