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I'm on my way to Crystal River, cruising along by myself, bopping about to Whitesnake. (Yeah alright, at heart I'm still a big classic rock .) Veteran's Expressway is a toll road that exploded a few years ago. Or, well, nearly; a big truck exploded underneath it. I was at the airport at the time and I was pretty sure that the big cloud of smoke came from the spot that my friend's plane had crashed in. Fortunately that was not the case, and it was actually this friend that told me what had really happened. But I'm digressing. Cruising down the highway, freedom dancing in the confines of the driver's seat, I spot a sign on the side of the road. It says "Stop making excuses." Directly behind it is one that says "Stop searching for money." I start to get excited--is the state of Florida subsidizing Holzerisms now? Has the state of my rearing suddenly entered the realm of cool? Two signs later, though, I realize that it's an advertisement for SunPass, the mindcontrol device sticker thing that lets you drive through the tolls without being in posession of cold, hard cash. At this point, I become a melting clock.
Further down the road, in Crystal River, I pass a big building. The sign outside is offering scrapbooking and tax services, and I'm impressed by their wide range. I consider stopping by but figure that since it's Sunday, they're likely closed.
Riley is two. He's my cousin's son, and he has bright red hair with even brighter red eyebrows. Something about me, perhaps my matching hair, has struck his fancy. I haven't seen Riley since he was a newborn and it's been a while since I've been around kids. "Hey lady," Riley says, "come get me." I do and he's blissed, becoming my instant best friend. He won't go anywhere without me but he doesn't know my name, so all day he just calls me "lady." Being around kids makes me wonder about my own future child--only, I hasten to add before anyone turns tail and runs the other direction, in an idle way. There's no purpose to it, no urgency, but you know...I just wonder.
On my way back I pass a church sign reminding people of "the seven ly sins and the church bike sale." I can't figure out if the two are related but in all it's been a strange sign day.
I found this to be entertaining.
It's been a very hard day. I visited my aunt and uncle this evening, the only ones that I keep in touch with. There was a lot of rehashing the Seattle experience, and a lot of talk about how I nearly failed which is just what nearly everyone wanted me to do. A lot of talk about the past, and just a lot of very painful memories. These two, of course, wanted me to do well (they like me) but even they are admittedly jealous that I've succeeded where they failed. I just want to go home. I want a hug, and to be around people who like simply for who I am, not also because of what I can do for them. I feel so far away from what matters to me that it's becoming hard to remember why it means so much.
This place sucks so bad it could suck start a Harley.
Further down the road, in Crystal River, I pass a big building. The sign outside is offering scrapbooking and tax services, and I'm impressed by their wide range. I consider stopping by but figure that since it's Sunday, they're likely closed.
Riley is two. He's my cousin's son, and he has bright red hair with even brighter red eyebrows. Something about me, perhaps my matching hair, has struck his fancy. I haven't seen Riley since he was a newborn and it's been a while since I've been around kids. "Hey lady," Riley says, "come get me." I do and he's blissed, becoming my instant best friend. He won't go anywhere without me but he doesn't know my name, so all day he just calls me "lady." Being around kids makes me wonder about my own future child--only, I hasten to add before anyone turns tail and runs the other direction, in an idle way. There's no purpose to it, no urgency, but you know...I just wonder.
On my way back I pass a church sign reminding people of "the seven ly sins and the church bike sale." I can't figure out if the two are related but in all it's been a strange sign day.
I found this to be entertaining.
It's been a very hard day. I visited my aunt and uncle this evening, the only ones that I keep in touch with. There was a lot of rehashing the Seattle experience, and a lot of talk about how I nearly failed which is just what nearly everyone wanted me to do. A lot of talk about the past, and just a lot of very painful memories. These two, of course, wanted me to do well (they like me) but even they are admittedly jealous that I've succeeded where they failed. I just want to go home. I want a hug, and to be around people who like simply for who I am, not also because of what I can do for them. I feel so far away from what matters to me that it's becoming hard to remember why it means so much.
This place sucks so bad it could suck start a Harley.
