back from wyoming
what a trip. I have never been so relaxed / sick to my stomach on a road trip before. no journey has ever been so tinged with sadness.
the first day of driving was a new kind of madness. The knowledge that we would part ways at the end underlined every rest every meal, every sudden silence in that little car. i found myself babbling ( more so than usual ) to avoid that awful void. " don't talk about it " became our catch phrase. Its not like me to keep emotions bottled up. talking about it always makes it better. i assumed the unquiet in my tummy was a side effect of holding down those churning emotions. I wish.
It wasn't all impending doom and tummy aches. we had a lot of fun. cherry pie and coffee at the twin peaks diner, vecna the sedated hermaphro-persian cat stumbling around and complaining in his crate,and a pretty, totally creepy fake town owned by a construction company with no people in it. No, not poulsbo. an experimental community near northbend. It had a round about right off the main street that looks like a turn around that leads you to the real estate office. lots of pretty town houses that have never seen families. signs proclaiming what great neighborhoods there are to live in. when in reality the only people there were the construction workers who where placed several mile down the road in a trailer park away from any possible future residents of borg town.
this post is getting away from me. i'll finish later.
the first day of driving was a new kind of madness. The knowledge that we would part ways at the end underlined every rest every meal, every sudden silence in that little car. i found myself babbling ( more so than usual ) to avoid that awful void. " don't talk about it " became our catch phrase. Its not like me to keep emotions bottled up. talking about it always makes it better. i assumed the unquiet in my tummy was a side effect of holding down those churning emotions. I wish.
It wasn't all impending doom and tummy aches. we had a lot of fun. cherry pie and coffee at the twin peaks diner, vecna the sedated hermaphro-persian cat stumbling around and complaining in his crate,and a pretty, totally creepy fake town owned by a construction company with no people in it. No, not poulsbo. an experimental community near northbend. It had a round about right off the main street that looks like a turn around that leads you to the real estate office. lots of pretty town houses that have never seen families. signs proclaiming what great neighborhoods there are to live in. when in reality the only people there were the construction workers who where placed several mile down the road in a trailer park away from any possible future residents of borg town.
this post is getting away from me. i'll finish later.