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So we meet again, Kevin R. I must say, your unprotected network is spectacular this year.

The drive over was beautiful, like driving through clouds. Until a few of them broke and I lost my ability to see a damn thing in front of me. Wouldn’t be a trip out to Newport without the night time drive through flash floods and highbeams. A few moments after thinking, “wow, this isn’t nearly so bad when there’s no one on my ass making me nervous,” a big truck showed up and attached itself to my bumper, obviously itching to go much faster than my “right at the speed limit” pace. Wouldn’t you know it, he shot past me the second we came to a passing lane and I never saw my butt buddy again. Or rather, I didn’t see him for another five minutes or so, when I passed him pulled over on the shoulder with a cop running his plates. Classic Newport. Once I was passed by an RV on a single lane stretch of the road, only to see it flipped over on the shoulder a few moments later. How is it that humans are allowed to play with cars?

Some interesting bits for yas:

Spider came back and brought a brand new web with her. Not that she’s been using it. She’s resting more and more these days. At least her new web is closer to her resting place.

Appleboy came back yesterday. Not as hilarious as the first time, and this time my floor was trashed so I took no pictures.

I FORGOT to bring Nico’s clothes! In a very smug moment that I am not proud of, I decided that I would use the WHOLE suitcase to myself this trip. We usually share, but it’s not a big suitcase and I really didn’t want to have to dig through his clothes to find stuff this time, so I put his things in his own bag and then plumb forgot to grab it. Luckily I brought the jacket/shoes bag, and he didn’t pee his pants on the way down. We will obviously be shopping tomorrow.

Have I mentioned how easy it is to make me cry? Particularly in the car, where it is relatively safe for me to let go a little without having to worry about anyone noticing. Also where I listen to tales from the outside world, which are also so sad, aren’t they? I cried three times just on the 3 hour drive over.

Once, after learning of Al-Sherbini, a woman that was stabbed numerous times and murdered in court, in front of her 3 year old son and husband and all the court officials.

Once, after learning that the history books distributed in Cambonia are finally going to contain information on the genocide devastated the country.

And once, because dang it I just couldn’t help singing this song along with Paul Simon. I’m fine when I can just shut up and listen, but try to follow along and my voice is cracking by the second chorus. So dang catchy!

Slip Slidin’ Away

Chorus:
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away

Whoah and I know a man, he came from my hometown
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown
He said Dolores, I live in fear
My love for you’s so overpowering, I’m afraid that I will disappear

chorus

I know a woman, (who) became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day ain’t got no rain
She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed
And I think of things that might have been

chorus

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he’d done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again

chorus

Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The information’s unavailable to the mortal man
We’re workin’ our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away

chorus repeats 2x

 

~ by radishly on November 11, 2009.