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Roy Batty


Saturday, June 16th, is the first day I've not been able to make an LJ entry since, I think, sometime in 2015.

We're in Staunton, Virginia, and Lydia and Selwyn are exploring the bedroom, and Spooky's brushing her teeth, and I need to go to bed. I've been awake since 8 a.m. and on the road since 1 p.m. So, I will leave you with two photos from late yesterday, and I'll make another short post in the morning before we get back on the road.


7:18 p.m. (Friday)

7:20 p.m. (Friday)

On the Road

I'm sitting here reading about Lexington, Virginia, which is where Spooky and I are tonight. This is the third time we've stayed in this motel, less than halfway between Providence and Birmingham, since last April.

Currently, it's 51˚F. There was much less rain today than we expected, though the sun never made it through the clouds. Tomorrow should be clear, though, at least by late afternoon, by the time we're getting back into New England. We;'re hoping to get up and out of here early, by 8 a.m. or so. I need to get sleepy.

For what it's worth, I profoundly disapprove of Amazon's "sponsored products related to this item" feature being displayed on pages for my books, which are in no way whatsoever "related to" the self-published crap they're trying to use my books to hawk. It's a sleazy practice.

I'm pretty sure that I witnessed an illegal gun deal of some sort today involving an automatic weapon, in a convenience store parking lot in Tennessee.

Aunt Beast

10:16 p.m.

"My hand is tired, my heart aches. I'm half a world away here."

This morning, it's rainy and overcast, presently 53˚F. But we're supposed to have a high near 70˚F, and that seems like heaven, even with rain. It looks like a rainy week ahead.

We got in about 6:30 p.m. local time (8:30 p.m. CaST), after dark, and Mom had made spaghetti, so we didn't have to worry about scrounging up dinner. Spaghetti in on that short list of things my fouled-up teeth are not too fouled up to eat. We went to bed almost immediately, and I fell asleep watching Citizen Kane (1941).

We had rain most of the way through Virginia and Tennessee yesterday. It wore on me. It must have been hard as hell on Kathryn, given she had to do all the driving. We are too old to be making this drive. Or so say I. So says Kathryn, too. We're both sore this morning. It's hard to imagine actually pulling off the move in a couple of months.

Today will be a recovery day. A bathing and eating and recovery day. And I have a photograph of a giant guitar, across the interstate from the Tennessee welcome center at Bristol.

It is good to be back among mountains.

2:07 p.m.

Lexington, Virginia

We made it as far as Lexington last night. By the time we got here, I was sick from exhaustion, from riding cramped up in the car all day, from not having slept the night before, from not eating. This morning, after almost nine hours sleep, I don't feel much better.

I am starting to regret this trip.

If we don't turn back for Providence, we'll reach Leeds early tonight.

When we crossed the Hudson yesterday it was frozen.

I have a photograph of the sky somewhere in southern Pennsylvania.

Aunt Beast

6:13 p.m.
Roy Batty

"Like Kohoutek, you were gone."

I might have slept an hour last night. Anxiety. Well, I can doze in the car. Currently, it's overcast and 43˚F, with the windchill at 40˚F. Not too shabby for February in Providence.

Errands yesterday: first to Walgreens, then to Eastside Market, Rite Aid, then two stops on Wickenden, then back to Walgreens. Then all the packing had to be done. And Spooky cut my hair.

There was unexpected sun yesterday. I wish we'd have more of that today.

Anyway, I'll try and make a post on the road tonight, from somewhere in Virginia.

Aunt Beast

2:23 p.m.

Hate vs. Hate

There is sun and blue sky outside my office window, but it seems a thousand miles away.

I slept four hours, at best. I lay awake unable to stop thinking about the horror in Charlottesville, Virginia. Unable to stop thinking about Nazis marching with torches and lunatics running people down with cars. Unable to stop thinking about this death spiral of violence and hatred and fear. And today I am too heartsick to think coherent thoughts.

In the past half hour one person on Facebook unfriended me for being "racist against whites" and another for "defending Trump." One side sees me as demonically liberal and the other as demonically conservative, and that is why I try to keep my mouth shut. I am not playing these partisan "death to all who oppose us" games. Someone named Jeani Rector (connected to something called "Horrorzine") just accused me – seriously – of defending Trump. Then she blocked me before I could reply.

I can only pray for calm and peace and sanity as the world seems hellbent on self destruction.

"Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." ~ Martin Luther King

Aunt Beast

5:18 p.m.

"You never see what you want to see, forever playing to the gallery."

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

Howard Hughes, Groggy and Disoriented

The best sleep I've had in days. All I had to do was get deliriously exhausted. I feel asleep to King Kong (1933), and I awoke to mountains in billowing clouds and mist, high in the Shenandoah Valley. I could maybe live here. We have to get on the road almost immediately, so that we can get into Providence at a decent-ish hour tonight, but this first.

It's only 54˚F out there.

Day before yesterday, we spent part of the day wandering about Leeds, taking photographs, and then there were hamburgers for lunch from Jack's, and then we visited with my Aunt Joanne Cage. And then I spent two hours scanning old family photos, and we had barbecue one more time. And packed. Packing to go home is a solemn affair when you're on a trip you do not want to ever end.

And then there was yesterday, which was all clouds and Appalachian fields and then torrential rain and semi-trailer trucks and slick, winding roads.

And this is today. See you in Rhode Island.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

8:08 a.m.
Roy Batty

Howard Hughes, On the Road. Again. In the Rain.

Last night, Leeds was hit by a very, very windy storm that battered the windows all night long, and I woke at seven this morning to discover that my mother's house had no electricity. But we still managed to get on the road before ten a.m. I hope the power's back on, Mom.

We've made it as far as Raphine, Virginia, after hours of mountainous roads in heavy rain, and are hold up in a fairly dismal hotel. But at least it's clean and the locks are secure.

The last three days seem about two weeks long. I'd actually meant to make this entry last night, but I was too tired. I went to bed and proceeded to hardly sleep. I miss Leeds already.


Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

12:25 p.m., yesterday.


Howard Hughes on the Road

Gonna make this short, as it's 2:02 a.m., and I need to get some sleep. We made it to Lexington, Virginia tonight. Somewhere in Pennsylvania, we drove into actual spring, and tonight was warm. I am in the South again! Tomorrow, we hope to be in Birmingham by 7 p.m.

Oh, and Wilke's Dirty Bear. Remember that.

7:42 p.m.