It's a good thing I am retired from whatever I did for pay. I have been sitting here at the computer since 3:00, changing the name of my blog spot to what I thought I had called it at the beginning. And then I learned how to change the picture that will always come up --- for a while. (How is that for an alcoholic description of things? always ... for a while.)
I love the picture that is up there now. That shot was taken going west from Idaho in Washington State during a horrific fire season last summer. I love telephone poles, fence posts, the dotted line in the center of a two-lane road, going on and on and on. I think those things tell me that I have plenty enough time to explore the rest of my life. Trudge, roll on, drive thru the night following the 'road of happy destiny'.
Something about yearning-- some old interior ache that sings a song of the open road, and yet I fret about my potted plants (more than most would suppose), my bird feeders and bird baths when I am on the road. I hire someone I trust with my heart to protect them from the consequences of my wanderlust.
The dogs and cat go with us when we pull our 5th wheel through this country of ours, as well as Canada. Everybody rides in the extended cab of our 1999 Ford 250 diesel. Open the window and we blanket the land we love with pet dander. I bring rocks back from our escapades, and dried weeds and grasses and seed pods. Since the advent of digital cameras I have brought back a couple of 1G chips, full of shots --" America at 70 mph", I call them. Lots, shot through the passenger side window, have reflections of the cab interior hanging mysteriously in the background.
We go miles and miles without talking, but it is infinitely more peaceful now that we don't listen to talk radio -- only books on tape, speaker tapes, and an occasional ball game. I asked Warren if we were bored with each other or just comfortable in each other's presence. He said it was the latter, and that was good enough for me. And on and on we roll, shooting wonders from the passenger's side, petting the cat, and thinking about love and dinner.
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Joey, I love your take on life, as it includes all the mundane and messy and interesting things that entail a life lived in awareness. You should go to my blogsite and start clicking on some of the sober blogs I follow, go where they lead you, into the recovering lives of people who are beautiful and questing. It becomes an addiction after a while, but one of those healthy addictions that connect us to others. You have much to offer by way of comments on their posts, as well as posts of your own. Blog on! It's an adventure out there.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Chris.
ReplyDeleteI can see where this could eat up hours a day. Kristin shoveled me out of my decomposed granite quandry in just under 31/2 hours. I paid her what I would have paid Bill, and now I don't feel like a cigarette machine. I like it. Her physical strength in that slender, yoga-like body is disarming. We had a good time.