Hot damn, we are leaving in the morning about 8 am to head for West Virginia. Yes, WE, my partner is going with me. I can't believe it. Sometimes he is like seeing the Pope, but we are taking his 4 wheel drive to the Charleston airport, and pick up RouxB from her heroic red eye flight from LA and then beat a path to Hico, West Virginia, to Don Wroe's cabin. There to be joined by Wayne, Lynne and Wulf.
Paranoia: "We cater to a primarily family like clientele" the website says. No fraternities, no parties, but a family? Yes, we are. We are the Twists, We are the Del Mars, but I hope they do not ask us to prove it. I would just as soon be left alone by the peeps who have our money. And anyone can look at us and tell our hard partying days are behind us. The bottle out in the vehicle is Shiraz, not Mad Dog. It will be good.
The bug, every year this time, it hits me in my head and I fight it for weeks to keep it out of me lungs and it ends up there anyway. Dang. I don't wanna make anyone sick. I refuse to let this stop me, this is one of the few moments in our seperate and unqual lives we get together. Lungs be damned, if I am diving into the darkness from wince there is no return, know I went woopin' and hollerin'!
And Lee and E. went up on Brokenback in the snow! I am eating up the reports, seeing the sights I rememory from the seat of a snow mobile, a vehicle I have never operated. Oh god, so little time, where is me list, where is me pen.....
In a dream this evening I saw my walking stick, a piece of California redwood I carried back on a plane, standing erect, singularily with the back drop of my front yard n the summer time. Nothing clouded my view, nothing competed with the sight of it in my mind, it was purity, absent of all the rigamaroll of life. Hard to describe, almost three dimentional.
See thee soon!