At a rest stop in Pasco, Washington, chatting with a kid named Josh from Missoula, Montana about bookstores and authors. I am eating White Cheddar Cheez-Its from a vending machine. I have listened to a lot of Mike Doughty and Sigur Ros today.
The sun looks like it wants to stay out. It’s telling me to hit the road, but I’m way ahead of it. I know the title of this post is cliche, but it’s all true.
Alone at the Riddle house last night, I spent most of the day writing about Gabs. I took a few phone calls, specifically one from RC Weslowski. A delightful call. Full of love.
I published my post and had some toast. I attempted to watch Amelie, which I hadn’t seen in quite some time. I simply adore that style of filmmaking. At about seven and a half minutes into the DVD, there’s a shot of a bunny cloud in the sky. Nice coincidence.
I fell asleep probably 20 minutes into the film. When I woke at midnight, the house was dark and quiet, aside from some strung up Xmas lights in the dining room. So subtle and warm. Little lights are always welcome to my eyes. Waking up to nightlights is like a visual version of: ‘No worries, bud. Go back to sleep. We got everything under control.’
I fell right back to sleep and woke at 4am. A bit sore from couch tossing, I knew I needed another hour or so. I showered and planned my travels to Portland. I had bought my ticket online two days ago, for travel yesterday, but decided to take’er easy and wait. I am glad I did, I just hoped it wouldn’t cost me to much to change it for today.
At 6:30am, feeling the need to sleep some more, I laid back down on the couch, this time, sleeping for 3 more wonderful hours. I woke feeling ready for the day. Much, much needed sleep. I love to nap. Anyone too busy to nap is going to regret it by the time they’re my age.
I put on my shoes and headed out the door. My phone rang as I exited the building. It was Knowles, calling to check on me and to give me audible hugs. She’s great. I walked to Brew’s Brothers for a small coffee, then off to Greyhound.
I am half way now to Portland. It’s a good day. Eirean Bradley is picking me up. Gonna meet up with a few fellow Write Bloody authors and have myself a nice little poetry slam feature. Tonight, I will have a beer for me and Gabs. Tonight I will look a stranger in the eye and hope they see love coming right at them. Tonight I will hug many and be hugged back. I love this life. I love this world. So immensely.
As C.R. Avery once said, “Quit your fucking day job and hit the road.”
This bus is rolling fast, headed right for the sun. The west is calling. Here I come.
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Word to the nerd.
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