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Shakesthecoffecan:
Hugs, everybody!
Shakesthecoffecan:
SO I now have $24.00 in a coffee can.
I am going to start on another can this week. It is a chock full o' nuts can.
Shakesthecoffecan:
Saturday night I was over at a friends house,t hey were playing music and conversing as they tried to navigate from one song to another. Some how the subject can up of an acquaintence of one of them was headed to the big Harley rally in Sturgis, South Dakota and broke down before he got there.
"You know what the name of the place was? Ten Sleep."
I was like "Wow, Ten Sleep, Wyoming."
He asked if I had been there, I said no, I had been near there and knew people who had been there. Then they sang:
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3G2ob_gWp4[/youtube]
And Ennis smelled that shirt, hoping to catch a wiff of the lodge pole pine. All that remained was a memory.
Shakesthecoffecan:
I tell people that if it wern't for funerals I wouldn't ever get out of town. When Lynne announced her plans for her mothers memorial service , I jumped at the chance. I am shallow that way, and others.
Friday morning, with Crybaby safely exploring her new surroundings, I pointed the silver bullet west, intoned Mamie to clean the way and climbed the mountain, Lovers Leap, the way I could drive with my eyes closed having over 30 years experience at it, the ever changing landscape, the old buildings I used to stop and photograph now replaced by replaced by prefabs steel structures what housed a business one year and have set empty ever since.
The way familiar to the state line with Tennessee, where I always peeled off and went to college and late alumni weekend. More lay beyond, but it was the road I was not familiar with, the towns that were vague to me. That day, crossing the state line I was met with dust. The air was full of it. The mountains in the distance were obscured, the wind rocking the silver bullet worse than the semis.
In Baileyton, Tennessee, I pulled off I81 and got some gas. It was time for luncheon and I noticed a BBQ food truck set up in a parking lot next door. It had one of those metal carport structures set up with tables, a semipermanent restaurant of sorts. I got me a sandwich and a Dr. Enuf, the man at the window wondering where all this dust was coming from. He had thought the day before ti was blowing from the truck stop parking area across the way but it was everywhere today. I ate in my car.
Down past the end of I81, on I40, headed west through the sprawl of Knoxville, five lanes and signs that still gave milage in miles and kilometers, a relic of the 1982 Worlds Fair, and off to my left the Sun Sphere. That oddball tacky golden structure where it will always be 1982. I 75 should be coming up. Watch for the signs, ear bud in my ear to the mechanical woman could tell in "in a quarter of a mile, exit right onto I75 South". Five lanes at 75 miles and hour and the phone wrings. It is the office. Bless her heart this agent has to tell me that she doesen't know if she is going to be able to show that house or not this weekend. So and so's mother has to be hospitalized and so for but if she does where does she find the key. She is an only child. Nothing in the world exists except what she has going on right now and that does not account for the 8 years she has worked with me. I tell her to look on the show card and it will tell her what to do but I have to repeat myself because at the same instant mechanical woman is telling me to exit left onto I 75 south.....
Shakesthecoffecan:
The text from Lynne came to be before I left saying she had forgot to pack DVDs. I was still packing, if you could call it that. I packed a bottle of whine that was never opened, not because I didn't pack a bottle opener but because it was not needed. One well traveled bottle of Winking Owl Shiraz awaits.
I looked around, I pulled out boxes. I could not remember what the year was when I last watched it. Could not remember who was living then or what the drama was. Brokeback was missing. I had no idea what I had done with it. I suspected it might be in the safe, and I had already locked the safe and sent myself an email saying I had locked the safe in case I had any question later as to its status. I saw Ciao, which I watched one time but really liked, and Were the World Mine, which I recently saw with commercial interruptions on Logo at 4 am recently when I could not sleep, and Shelter, it was up on the shelf. O-well. It would be nice to see it again.
I did not bring the sage that I said I would. I had to go back in the house and grab a bunch of shirts when I realized sitting in the driveway I had not packed any. Had not looked under the hood, had not bought gas. I was just going. I had finally, after half a century got comfortable enough that I could just get in a car and go.
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