it has been an interesting 3 days. i have road tripped with my customer for a meeting. I imagine millions of people do this, but it seemed so foreign. I wonder if that’s because i never took any long school trips. I always seemed to move right before whatever school trip i had worked towards, only to move away from the new school in time to miss their trip as well. I had imagined that’s about what it was like; all the guys going road tripping to Washington, DC in 11th grade or the Senior trip to Disneyland. I’ve heard stories of trips to Canada and trips to Mexico and i managed to escape each one.
we left Weds. morning – across the Chesapeake Bay, and north up the east shore. a truely beautiful drive. though we never (that i know of) spotted the ocean, there was a watsonville, ca feel to it – farmy green hills, with the exception of the finery of the homes. they resembled old plantation style houses – the tribute to excess at the cost of another’s soul. and i still found myself deeply appreciating their beauty. I watched them on the way back and thought of this again. When I got home, I fitfully rested for a horribly short time.
What is there to learn from this? Hell, I have no idea. I get bored with writing … I’m probably not supposed to. Not if I’m to consider myself a writer of sorts. No Poetry lately …. too much work to think about it.