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Apr 23, 2005 12:53

shakespeare is done for now -- moved out of the free apt in high point and moved back to J.C. -- but THIS time things are different. I'm not living at my folks house -- I found a place for 325 a month -- VAST amounts of space in this place -- it's on the property of a tucked away 4 story Victorian farmhouse (the house I'm living in is a 2 story ranch-style bungalow oon the property) -- if you walk across the huge lawn, past the mansion, past the poolhouse and garden (!) and slip by the fence, through the woods a little way, you find yourself wandering around the meditation gardens of a huge stone CASTLE (not kidding, folks -- pictures will follow). I feel like the charcter in a cheesy novel about the young american artist who finds himself living in some Italian villa for the summer and learns a bunch of lessons about life and love. No lessons learned yet. Except that when yer gone for 4 months, you can't just waltz back into people's lives and expect them to pick back up wherever you left off. Well, sometimes you can. With fraternal love. But not romantic love. Sigh.

I visited ballard in Nashville where Super 7 was playing at the NAshville film festival -- had a blast -- and left early yesterday to drive back home. Anyone read any sardonic headlines about President Bush having to cancel his plans to visit the Smoky Mountains Nat'l Park on Earth Day (for photo-ops, to plug his 'environmental' bills) because of thunderstorms. Ha, ha, NPR. You dry wit, you. 'Mother Earth foiled Bush's plans,' to the delight of environmentalists everywhere. Very funny. Not so funny actually having to drive through said thunderstorms. Actually pretty frightening. There's a saying that goes something like, 'On the battlefield there's no such thing as an atheist,' and I know why. Terrible traffic, rain flooding the road, my poor little car verging on hydroplaning, fists clenched, whiteknuckled on the steering wheel, fighting to keep the car straight, buffeting back and forth by winds, visibility near zero, .... I prayed, I know not to who. Whoever. Seriously. When your life hovers on the sliver thin razor of chance, you become very religious. "Oh God, God, please, please, help me, help me, get me home, that's all I want, that's all I want." I imagined I was driving someone I loved through the torrent, my future wife, pregnant with my future child -- to give me strength, to be doing this for someone else, and not just me ... and in a sense, I was -- should my car have skidded out, I would have been crushed, my child will never be conceived -- i was driving with my future in the passengers seat, and we came out okay.

so. that's the update.
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