Sunday, April 11, 2010


She and I both know it: the time grows nearer when we have to move on. I mean, hell, we've known it for so long that the fact we are still there says something about the difficulty: pulled to find a way to stay and overwhelmed by that prospect.We had a fantasy, the fulfillment for which we were unprepared. It wasn't the hard work, no, it was the old saw coming to fruition, similar to the warning surrounding a description of  village as 'quaint'.

And now there are minstrels six stories below our open hotel window: an accordian, a mandolin, various subtle percussion and vocals more sandy than sweet. I have never heard such a rendition of "I'll Fly Away," oh glory. Last night we witnessed an 'anti-prom' parade of costumed folks, largely a sci-fi feel, and a ten-foot tall bicycle cruising the streets at midnight. Today I had the penultimate long john doughnut topped with maple frosting and two strips of bacon.

I saw a non-Carharrt shirt that I must have. It would be perfect for later. Wherever.

Whether in the country or the city, clothes don't necessarily last a lifetime, although the reasons might be somewhat different.


Crash said...

I hope you are still in a good mood! Good luck this week.

PAPro_SandMan said...

Is it bad that I envy you somewhat? I'm entirely on the other side of the coin... Settled and bored.

Let us know if any of your paths would benefit from helpful friends. If you find yourself in need, don't underestimate how we feel about you.

bastinptc said...

Practicing my throat singing as a way to relax. My throat I've even done it before.

Sandman - you're not settled and bored. People who are don't know it.

Didn't buy the shirt. Got a nice Woolrich vest instead. Livin' on the edge...

Off meds and holding my own. C'yall Thursday!

TenMile said...

So, it is Thursday, already. If you're still alive, where's our trip report?