i been here fer years....
so i took a break from the blog, but now i'm back with a new set of teeth and i'm fresh out of excuses. except for the following excuses-
*busy-ness. no time for computing. i spent my last little while in Idaho painting a clapboard house in the full sun...i was drained. all other aspects of my life suffered, except for the all crucial farmer tan.
*need for blogger space--push the blog away. i was getting into writing routines that weren't exciting. it was becoming rote. if the blog feels like an additional job, i'm obviously not going to be writing much.
*the move. we did just move about 1800 miles from what we would both deem "home." we are in Oxford, Ohio now, living the high life. things are coming together. more details on our environs soon.
the trip out was wild. we listened to bill bryson and dune. we sampled various jerkys from strange and exotic vendors. we saw the giant Abe Lincoln head in the highlands straddling the Wyoming-Nebraska border. we gave Milo a sedative that inflated his eyelids and had him flopping around in the uhaul cab like he had be swapping his Iams for Jaggermeister. We crossed the Missouri, and then the Mississippi, and then the Ohio. Ash saw her first fireflies illuminating the highway side in rural Iowa. we went through John Wayne's hometown. we rocked every inch of that highway between the Snake River Valley and Northern Blugrass Country, and here we are.
more on the way.
7 comments:
Well, the world seems right again. I've made that cross country drive many times. It's always better to put Nebraska at the beginning. I hate that state more than anything. I actually went crazy one time driving across it and started yelling out the window.
What I said is too graphic for polite company. Which I don't consider you but more Em. (Psst. She frequents this blog plenty and I think she thinks I'm a bad seed.)
Now, I'll just need to come visit Ohio. Or you--New York.
And I, too have driven long distances with you my friend. You're missed, electronically and in person. Keep blogging. It's better than nothing. I go north to the Idaho/Wyoming border this weekend. The cave calls.
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Fireflies.... I had to look twice at my bloglist to believe that you actually posted something. I had that long nanosecond of sheer confusion..."Griffin? Who's Griffin?" and then, "Oh! Ah! Yip!" And here you are in all your uncapitalized glory.
Guy Mayhem, if this is the Em to whom you are referring, I find you only the goodest of eggs, son. I, too, have had an hour of swears on certain long lonely roads of wheat or rain or scrub bushes.
I've missed your posts cousin. It was so good to see you this summer. Glad you made it out there safely.
(Joe, psst, she's on to me. But I've tricked her into admitting she swears. I like to judge people's righteousness. Even more than that, I like to trick people into showing me their sins.)
So nice to see you post again mate.
I eagerly await more.
Thanks for the tour d'horizon of our great middle west. Danel and I made the same mistake last summer. It seems like everything East of Wyoming is either in ruins or calicite. Oh the corn! the corn! livrer aux chiens!
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