This time was different. Over the years, I can't tell how many times I have seen this huge bariatric band, this monochrome rainbow that at either end a pot of gold would be akin to a gold filling from some lonesome traveller that threw out the baby/filling with the bathwater/Skoal cheek juice. Well, it was about this time that the Clark County Cramps started kicking in. "What have I done?!"
Too late, now. My belongings in tow - I was both homeward bound. Homeless. Jobless. By choice, and that's the kicker. I feel like I'm retelling what's already been told, shared, a thousand times or so because I've been neglectful of the blog and prefer the direct connection. My bad. But...I'm sort of all about living in the moment and really its all been said and done before even better than what I will so it's a little difficult to say something - anything that you'll want to read.
So...here I am in the 'field at my brother's, Kevin, place...simultaneously staring at my laptop and Phish the betta fish that swims in front of me - mesmerizing...."We're just two lost souls swimming in the fish bowl"
What have I been up to? Spend a lot of time preparing to be gone and to be in Central/South America for a few months and then off to catch the waning days of summer in New Zealand...studying Spanish (More on that later...), working out (More on that laterer...) and feeding the head (More on that latererest...)...perhaps even Extreme Adventure Bikini Golfing Springfield Style - stay tuned. Have spent some time with family and friends. A good friend said it best when he said..."yes...the mental gymnastics of the juxtaposition of going back to go forward to the nest of home but the city much like the Pretenders song - My City Was Gone - only to leave for far flung places far from the Ohio valley and Midwest roots a retrospective launching pad for a parachute that will glide hither and yon but will touch down, take with her and take from and the world will be smaller and greater..."
I don't know about that but it sounds just about right. The cramps have subsided but I'm restless and also very thankful for where I am, where I've been, and where I'm going...
And, on the eve of this Thanksgiving holiday I'm compelled and would be remiss to not send out the deepest, I'm talking Mariana Trench deep, and warmest...like "two rats fornicating in wool sock hot" (original quote and author - Jack Kitchen)...gratitude, love and appreciation for those in my life that mean the world to me, are my world and without their being would mean a whole a lot less joy. Likely, if you're reading this, then you're one of them. So...thanks...
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