ok... here goes. I hope you got a couple of minutes, cus honey, this might take a while. Today was one of the most interesting days of the past several years, certainly the best of the past few months. A few prefaces are in order:
a lot of people say they are good drivers, but are not. I am not one of those people.
Life is short, love it now, and love those to whom you deserve, and who deserve you.
Several emptied pints are behind me, so pardon any grammatical/spelling errors i may miss while rambling on, please also forgive any tangents i may wander down, or anything that may seem entirely like useless info. chances are it is, but i hope you like to know anyway.
And so it ensues...
I awoke today to a 3 year old, nearly half naked, and with an intense but healthy love of trains asking me if i was yet awake. Of course i said yes, even though it may not have been technically true. Everyone knows, you don't lie to the young, they'll only hate you later for it. Well, everyone should, but anyway. Said child, son of my oldest, best friend, proceeded to tramp about, eating a waffle and smashing little wooden trains together, talking incessantly. All n all not the worst way to wake up, not the best, but so far not unusual. I roused as quickly as i could, joined in the effort of delivery of child to day care, and we moved on to coffee shop. Here, through the wonders of cellular technology, we met up with an ex lover of my friend, and lost and nearly forgotten friend of mine. She appears to be doing better than ever, if you ignore the details, and it was, overall, very good to see someone from 9-10 years ago(ie. my first stay up here in Alaska, the last great wilderness). Coffee and socializing well out of the way, we proceed to breakfast, waste some time back at the house, and eventually get ready to go on some sort of hike. More coffee, some fruit, and the dog. The dog deserves some further mention, as he is a 150lb alaskan malamute, and is maybe smarter than us in some ways, more on that later. Anyhoo, we set out, me driving my recently acquired beat to shit Jeep, and we meander our way to the trailhead. A wheelchair access hike turns right, and we head up, up, up into the saddle of two peaks shrouded in clouds. By no means was this as easy as the last sentence implies, even the dog was a touch weary of the climb before we were done, but we climbed on anyway. rolling grey obscura embraced our forms, chill and slightly moist. i'm all the more pleased with the day, as clouds are wicked cool to breathe in, to touch and know as real. i was sweaty from the climb anyway. The deep saddle of the peaks harbored little but wind and swift fog, and us. Gentle curves of the mountains conceal the steepness of the slopes, the effort of the climb, the satisfaction of achievement, like beautiful and worthwhile women. An expedient descent, more good conversation between lifelong friends, and we show up at the car, chow some fruit, and hit the road. While on the ride back, we chat about a half a dozen different topics, politics, cultural normalcy, the bullshit of insanty, but mostly about my friends new role in the universe as "the guy women turn to when they are crazier than batshit and need to off load a lot of un-needed drama". i have remained somewhat invisible on the local radar for now, and so have nothing to report in regards to any sort of relationship trials. I make an off hand comment about the dog's head taking up all of the rear view mirror, obscuring my view of the traffic directly behind me. The dog lowers his head, a worried look on his expressive face, seemingly in an effort to allow better use of the rear view. We laugh it off, and upon approaching a fairly busy intersection just entering town, the left back tire of the vehicle comes off and bounces away, away, away. Yes, it just left, and somewhere 5 little lugnuts are rejoicing in whatever heaven lugnuts wish for. The sound of metal on pavement fills the air. Being a good driver doesn't mean not getting into accidents, or even being proficient behind the wheel. It means being able to steer a three wheeled vehicle to the side of the road, without losing control, and having some sick presence of mind to even use your blinker. Filled with a effortless calm i wrangled us to the grass next to the road, 20 feet from a light pole. The scariest part was watching the errant tire and wheel go bounding effortlessly through God only knows how many lanes of traffic, at about 50 mph, across an normally packed intersection, only to find itself thankfully without incident in a ditch about 1/4 of a mile from the stopped Jeep. Thank you Gods of Chaos Theory. And we watched it go by, and i think i held my breath. Now let me smooth this out a little. At no point have i driven this new vehicle ( actually it's an ' 85, so new to me is a better term) in a dangerous fashion. I don't think i've yet to exceed the speed limit. No screeching tires, no hard off roading, and in this case nearly no warning whatsoever. In retrospect the dog knew something was terribly wrong, but lacked the necessary verbal skill to communicate it's concerns to us. By the time we stopped fully and accounted for the situation, it became quite terribly funny. Damn near the coolest thing i've done in years. A moment to live a bit in infamy, that i will most likely not really remember tomorrow. So we retrieved the errant wheel, reinstated it into it's proper role as a load bearing feature of my vehicle, and drove to a local shop to score some new happier lugnuts. I offered these new lugs a deal they couldn;t refuse, plus dental and they joined in our cause. Then to home, then my friend now driving, we grab some dinner, he goes to one of his women, I go to a local hipster bar and drink my way through a nice conversation with the waitress and several pints. Then i walk home 15 blocks, shower, shave, and find myself here now in this strange headspace, alive and well. Happy to be here, with only one real lesson from the days efforts....
Listen to your pets.
So, it occurs to me i don't think i'll be driving too much tomorrow, as i think i may have gone over on my good driving Karma for the near moment.
In any event, if you've made it this far, i'd just like to say sorry for my apparent inability to find the carr=iage return during the above narrative, and i hope you grab hold of something you love deeply tonight, and live wholly in the moment of that love. As for me , I'm gonna go grab my teddy bear and pass out.
oh, and this whole account was put forth with the musical assistance of
This album, which i highly recommend that you buy as soon as possible, listen to at your leisure and relax.
ok enough of me for tonight...
a lot of people say they are good drivers, but are not. I am not one of those people.
Life is short, love it now, and love those to whom you deserve, and who deserve you.
Several emptied pints are behind me, so pardon any grammatical/spelling errors i may miss while rambling on, please also forgive any tangents i may wander down, or anything that may seem entirely like useless info. chances are it is, but i hope you like to know anyway.
And so it ensues...
I awoke today to a 3 year old, nearly half naked, and with an intense but healthy love of trains asking me if i was yet awake. Of course i said yes, even though it may not have been technically true. Everyone knows, you don't lie to the young, they'll only hate you later for it. Well, everyone should, but anyway. Said child, son of my oldest, best friend, proceeded to tramp about, eating a waffle and smashing little wooden trains together, talking incessantly. All n all not the worst way to wake up, not the best, but so far not unusual. I roused as quickly as i could, joined in the effort of delivery of child to day care, and we moved on to coffee shop. Here, through the wonders of cellular technology, we met up with an ex lover of my friend, and lost and nearly forgotten friend of mine. She appears to be doing better than ever, if you ignore the details, and it was, overall, very good to see someone from 9-10 years ago(ie. my first stay up here in Alaska, the last great wilderness). Coffee and socializing well out of the way, we proceed to breakfast, waste some time back at the house, and eventually get ready to go on some sort of hike. More coffee, some fruit, and the dog. The dog deserves some further mention, as he is a 150lb alaskan malamute, and is maybe smarter than us in some ways, more on that later. Anyhoo, we set out, me driving my recently acquired beat to shit Jeep, and we meander our way to the trailhead. A wheelchair access hike turns right, and we head up, up, up into the saddle of two peaks shrouded in clouds. By no means was this as easy as the last sentence implies, even the dog was a touch weary of the climb before we were done, but we climbed on anyway. rolling grey obscura embraced our forms, chill and slightly moist. i'm all the more pleased with the day, as clouds are wicked cool to breathe in, to touch and know as real. i was sweaty from the climb anyway. The deep saddle of the peaks harbored little but wind and swift fog, and us. Gentle curves of the mountains conceal the steepness of the slopes, the effort of the climb, the satisfaction of achievement, like beautiful and worthwhile women. An expedient descent, more good conversation between lifelong friends, and we show up at the car, chow some fruit, and hit the road. While on the ride back, we chat about a half a dozen different topics, politics, cultural normalcy, the bullshit of insanty, but mostly about my friends new role in the universe as "the guy women turn to when they are crazier than batshit and need to off load a lot of un-needed drama". i have remained somewhat invisible on the local radar for now, and so have nothing to report in regards to any sort of relationship trials. I make an off hand comment about the dog's head taking up all of the rear view mirror, obscuring my view of the traffic directly behind me. The dog lowers his head, a worried look on his expressive face, seemingly in an effort to allow better use of the rear view. We laugh it off, and upon approaching a fairly busy intersection just entering town, the left back tire of the vehicle comes off and bounces away, away, away. Yes, it just left, and somewhere 5 little lugnuts are rejoicing in whatever heaven lugnuts wish for. The sound of metal on pavement fills the air. Being a good driver doesn't mean not getting into accidents, or even being proficient behind the wheel. It means being able to steer a three wheeled vehicle to the side of the road, without losing control, and having some sick presence of mind to even use your blinker. Filled with a effortless calm i wrangled us to the grass next to the road, 20 feet from a light pole. The scariest part was watching the errant tire and wheel go bounding effortlessly through God only knows how many lanes of traffic, at about 50 mph, across an normally packed intersection, only to find itself thankfully without incident in a ditch about 1/4 of a mile from the stopped Jeep. Thank you Gods of Chaos Theory. And we watched it go by, and i think i held my breath. Now let me smooth this out a little. At no point have i driven this new vehicle ( actually it's an ' 85, so new to me is a better term) in a dangerous fashion. I don't think i've yet to exceed the speed limit. No screeching tires, no hard off roading, and in this case nearly no warning whatsoever. In retrospect the dog knew something was terribly wrong, but lacked the necessary verbal skill to communicate it's concerns to us. By the time we stopped fully and accounted for the situation, it became quite terribly funny. Damn near the coolest thing i've done in years. A moment to live a bit in infamy, that i will most likely not really remember tomorrow. So we retrieved the errant wheel, reinstated it into it's proper role as a load bearing feature of my vehicle, and drove to a local shop to score some new happier lugnuts. I offered these new lugs a deal they couldn;t refuse, plus dental and they joined in our cause. Then to home, then my friend now driving, we grab some dinner, he goes to one of his women, I go to a local hipster bar and drink my way through a nice conversation with the waitress and several pints. Then i walk home 15 blocks, shower, shave, and find myself here now in this strange headspace, alive and well. Happy to be here, with only one real lesson from the days efforts....
Listen to your pets.
So, it occurs to me i don't think i'll be driving too much tomorrow, as i think i may have gone over on my good driving Karma for the near moment.
In any event, if you've made it this far, i'd just like to say sorry for my apparent inability to find the carr=iage return during the above narrative, and i hope you grab hold of something you love deeply tonight, and live wholly in the moment of that love. As for me , I'm gonna go grab my teddy bear and pass out.
oh, and this whole account was put forth with the musical assistance of
This album, which i highly recommend that you buy as soon as possible, listen to at your leisure and relax.
ok enough of me for tonight...
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Listen to your pets.
YES!
PS Are you getting unemployment?
Even though one's ex-employer may feel the need to discredit the recently fired employee, it still is usually very difficult for said employee to be denied.
hope yr having a wonderful weekend!