“You’re a resolution,” I said.
“Oh, I am? Is that how I got you to come here so easily?”
Actually, I mean to make this trip every year, but I never do. Somehow the time rolls by, tumbling faster and faster, until the year is worn down to a little nub of a thing. Sometimes it passes me by in a blur. Other times I’m caught up in the tumult, whirling head over heals in the dust. In the end, it all amounts to the same thing: I have not been the master of my own destiny. continue reading…
I’m in the mountains of waaayyy southwest Virginia,
spending the weekend with my friend Vicki and her husband, Tony.
It’s snowing today (snow!) , so we stayed indoors with a project.
We cleared out and cleaned up and moved furniture
to create a new office space for Vicki’s new business.
It was fun, and it inspired me to do the same at my home.
Driving back home today, I extended my 5 and a half hour drive
by another hour and a half when I immediately got on the wrong exit.
I wasn’t paying a bit of attention to what I was doing!
I just got on 81 at the first ramp I saw. What an idiot.
But I figured it out as soon as I saw a sign that said,
“Welcome to Tennessee”. continue reading…