Welcome from
the friendly confines of
See what I was so excited about?
Summertime, and the living is easy . . .
Good times. Man what a nice counterpoint.
I'm going fishing tomorrow morning on the farm at around 5. I'm ready to go wading into the Little Tennessee River. It couldn't be nicer. Hope I catch lunch. Time to sink a couple of good bottles of beer into the cool creek flowing down from Wayah Bald, and then fire them up after a while. Maybe I'll get ambitious and play some golf. No farmwork to do until Tuesday AM, and that will take a lot of grinding and trudging, so I guess to sound redundant, as far as getting chilled out, I plan to make hay while the sun shines tomorrow.
So easy to live in the moment here. I'm neither looking back at who was at the gate as the plane left, nor particularly concerning myself with who or what will be there when I eventually come back north.
If I were a machine, walking out of Asheville Regional Airport would be my hard reset.
Cool to rein it back in 48 hours. Makes some dramas seem a little silly.
Nothing in my life now outside of friends and family really ought to have a hold over me. Beause none of it seems especially impressive to me from this vantage point.
Maybe I learned a little about ceding power to situations and people today.
"I was so much older then . . . I'm younger than that now."
My friends in Manhattan should see this place. They'd know me better, even my very best friends Moses and Eggs, if they saw what makes me look south toward Carolina.
Only Barker has seen this place. Maybe that's why he's more a brother than a friend.
Oh well, such questions seem beyond me tonight. I'll leave that stuff to far greater minds than mine and just say,
It is what it is.
Hope this finds you all as happy as I am.
J P K
the friendly confines of
See what I was so excited about?
Summertime, and the living is easy . . .
Good times. Man what a nice counterpoint.
I'm going fishing tomorrow morning on the farm at around 5. I'm ready to go wading into the Little Tennessee River. It couldn't be nicer. Hope I catch lunch. Time to sink a couple of good bottles of beer into the cool creek flowing down from Wayah Bald, and then fire them up after a while. Maybe I'll get ambitious and play some golf. No farmwork to do until Tuesday AM, and that will take a lot of grinding and trudging, so I guess to sound redundant, as far as getting chilled out, I plan to make hay while the sun shines tomorrow.
So easy to live in the moment here. I'm neither looking back at who was at the gate as the plane left, nor particularly concerning myself with who or what will be there when I eventually come back north.
If I were a machine, walking out of Asheville Regional Airport would be my hard reset.
Cool to rein it back in 48 hours. Makes some dramas seem a little silly.
Nothing in my life now outside of friends and family really ought to have a hold over me. Beause none of it seems especially impressive to me from this vantage point.
Maybe I learned a little about ceding power to situations and people today.
"I was so much older then . . . I'm younger than that now."
My friends in Manhattan should see this place. They'd know me better, even my very best friends Moses and Eggs, if they saw what makes me look south toward Carolina.
Only Barker has seen this place. Maybe that's why he's more a brother than a friend.
Oh well, such questions seem beyond me tonight. I'll leave that stuff to far greater minds than mine and just say,
It is what it is.
Hope this finds you all as happy as I am.
J P K
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i love the mountains.
soak some country love in for me.
xo