So we’re going to take off, in a couple of weeks, to that little cabin we love so much. Just at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. If my life were different and I actually could control my own destiny without taking others into consideration…well…I’d be living in that old gold mining town today. Right now, that’s not possible. So we visit there as often as possible and stay in this old miner’s cabin in a little cabin/motel-ish setting. I’d like to spend a month there – once. Maybe get it out of my system. It’s a very small town and it snows there. I can’t imagine liking either one but I can imagine living there.
I’d like to get New Orleans out of my system, too. I’d like to spend the entire month of August back in New Orleans with the bugs and the mosquitoes and rain and humidity and stiffing heat. Hahaha! How quickly one forgets those minor details 😛
Cuz then, ya know, it’s always so damned nice to get home again. Home with our birds and our eclectic (aka Goodwill/Salvation Army) decor. Two large matching knotty pine book shelves and 5 mismatched ones. Sometimes, on a damp winter’s day, one catches a whiff of old books.
So we’re going to take off, in a couple of weeks, to that little cabin we love so much. Just at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. I’ll put all of my poetry on a memory key and pack our tiny laptop. While you drive us to hiking destinations, I’ll read aloud my poetry. The way we do it is this way: I read a poem. When I’ve finished, I ask you what you think of the title. Most of the time, your answer to that question gives me some indication that you did or did not get my point. I keep a list. I bold the ones you didn’t get. Sometimes I change some.
So we’re going to take off, in a couple of weeks, to that little cabin we love so much. Just at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. It already feel so good to be home again.
I’ll go ahead and post this under random thoughts. It’s not random, though. It just seems random… to some parts of me