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It's currently partly cloudy 57˚F here in Providence. There's more rain on the way.

I didn't get finished with Sirenia Digest No. 135 yesterday, thanks to a murderous headache and and an unexpected trip up to Framingham. So, that's what I'll be doing today. I did get about halfway through the line edits on "In the Flat Field" yesterday. It's not much, but it's marginally better than nothing. Today, the headache seems to have backed off. If only the weather were warmer. I will say that seeing the state of thing in Framingham made me grateful that I live thirty miles farther south, where we're just a little nearer to what I count as true spring foliage and warmth (I do at least recognize the inherently subjective nature of these judgments). Anyway, it was a little optimistic to think I could be on the road for two days, then go straight to being productive.

Eleven states in three days. Not too shabby for a shut-in and borderline agoraphobic.

We passed so many things on the road that I wish we'd had time to stop and see, especially in Tennessee and Virginia. On those rare trips I make, far too much time is spent merely getting to the destination and then getting home again. It would be grand to have the luxury of doing travel right.

Also, while I recognize their value to the world at large, but I do not like these chaotic, teeming Northern cities – Manhattan, Boston, Providence, et cetera. They're just not for me. In only a few days I was spoiled by the space and tempo of Birmingham. It's really an easy place to be.

Last night, we watched Jim Jarmusch's Gimme Danger (2016).

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

5:18 p.m., Manchester Pond, Massachusetts


( 5 comments — Have your say! )
Marc D. Goldfinger
May. 7th, 2017 02:29 pm (UTC)
Welcome home.
May. 7th, 2017 02:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Welcome home.

Thank you, but this is not my home. It's only the place where I live.
Marc D. Goldfinger
May. 7th, 2017 02:38 pm (UTC)
I get it.
I've lived many places that were not my home.

A few prisons for drug possessions. Not my home at all.
May. 8th, 2017 06:08 am (UTC)
Eleven states in three days. Not too shabby for a shut-in and borderline agoraphobic.

Not at all.

I hope you can travel at your own pace the next time.
May. 9th, 2017 01:27 am (UTC)
On one of our drives heading from the South to the North, we passed an interstate sign in VA that said, "LEAVE SALEM". Not leaving. Just "LEAVE". Literally a sign. Went from a land of blossoming wisteria and lush green to a sea of hard grey. Our apartment had *very* nearly caught fire while we were gone due to a malfunctioning baseboard heating system (as in our things were already warping and being damaged from the heat ~ and the thermostat reading was off the charts hot). Then the building's fire alarm went off late at night and everyone had to evacuate to the street below at 2 AM. In the shopfront window of the lower floor where we were standing, there was a xeroxed flyer that said "Springtime in Appalachia". I decided at that point I'd had enough -signs-. Was so good after moving to hear the rain fall on soft surfaces (opposed to everpresent solid brick) again. In many ways I felt at home in New England, but the actual quality/pace/cost of living elsewhere can be so much.... fresher.

And yes, so many caves beckon on I-81 in VA. We've always driven past them in a blur since it was already such a long drive, but it really does seem worth (if luxury permits) to at some point actually plan a stop sooner than the final destination in order to go off the path and properly explore a bit. There's also a huge antique mall towards the top of I-81 in VA which we would generally use as a pit stop that I'd highly recommend as a place to walk around a bit and they even have a bathroom/cafe area in the center of the "mall".

Edited at 2017-05-09 01:38 am (UTC)
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