Saturday, June 23, 2001
hmmm....i'm thinking. Now that i'm officially home, maybe i should start a new blog for the home page. You know, a fresh start. I certainly don't feel like "road ravings" fits when i'm not on the road. Needs a title though. I guess i'll start the new one as soon as i figure out the title.~w
A post-post for Friday. It's late and i'm going to be asleep before my roommate gets off the phone, so you'll be reading this sometime tomorrow after i get it posted to the internet. Sorry it's not fresh, but it's been a long day. I learned how to run payroll this morning. Then i spent the afternoon in traffic trying to return our car to the airport when all the roads that lead to and from the airport were ravaged by a thunderstorm and flash floods. Nothing like what Houston got, but enough to keep me sitting in the car for 2-1/2 hours for what should have been a 30-40 minute drive. Tonight the first group of residency folks performed their poetry alive show amid poetry set to music by Thomas Rainfeather and The Dead Poets. Some of us ran screaming from the first band after 40 minutes of their "30 minute" set. The Dead Poets however had us literally dancing in the aisles to Langston Hughes, William Wordsworth, Emily Dickinson et al. William Blake's Tiger Tiger even inspired a conga line. Strange? Probably. But we had fun. It was the first time we'd seen some of our friends since december so it was a good homecoming. Tomorrow the cat goes to the vet for shots and other mundane stuff like that. I'm hoping once i settle into a regular routine that my creative side will kick in again to keep me entertained. I might even start writing poems again.~w Friday, June 22, 2001 I'm home. I'm not sure if my brain has made it yet though. I seem to be missing my folder with all my business stuff. I think i left it at our last workshop since i was distracted by them giving us a copy of Casey at the Bat when we left. I'm almost unpacked, but i need to do some serious spring cleaning before everything is truely put away. Thursday, June 21, 2001 We made it to Mobile, AL tonight. We're reading Neil Gaiman's new book American Gods for this last trek. It's off to a moody start, but it seemed to go with the flashes of stormy weather and traffic we ran into today. It's also a traveling kind of story that fits with our long cross country drives. We stopped in New Orleans and were dismayed to discover that our favorite restaurant in the Quarter, the Acme Oyster House, is closed for remodeling. Fortunately they have another location which we found out on Lakeshore drive. It wasn't quite the same, but the sun setting next to an isolated thunderstorm across the lake was an amazing bit of scenery to watch. It was peaceful and tempestuous all at the same time. Kinda like a last drive across the south, kinda like the book we're reading. Wednesday, June 20, 2001 Taking care of yourself is one of the hardest things to do. Knowing when to push yourself to work, or take a break and relax. Relying on yourself as your own best friend who knows exactly what you need rather than waiting for someone else to tell you. I got some work done today, i had lunch with ciro, i went swimming, i read a book. Each little step was a task of it's own. It would have been much easier to whine about what i thought other people should be doing or needing someone to keep me from going stir crazy in a town i don't know. Instead i just took everything one step at a time today. Sometimes it's even good to cry for a while and acknowledge that the past is gone and the future is unknown and that this moment is all that there is. Tomorrow we start our drive back to Asheville. I'm going home. I wonder what that will be like.~w Tuesday, June 19, 2001 It's late, but i needed a nap after dinner before i could think straight to put words together. Sunday, June 17, 2001 I started off my day by calling my Dad to say happy Dad's day. From there i wandered around Houston with ciro looking at some of the apartment complexes he's discovered. It looks like an easy adaptation for him since many of them here in Houston are built like big hotel complexes. The one we actually went in had 4 pools, dry cleaning, bbqs and studios about the size and shape of some of the bigger hotel rooms we've stayed in on tour. The complex he likes best even has complimentary maid service! The down side is that it's not very neighborhoody.
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