I have not forsaken you, even though blogging is so 2006, ha ha ha. But I have returned from my great whirlwind tour of the Great Lakes, and I have dived into summer school--early morning summer school, with its bushy-tailed just-out-of-high-school students and their surprising and lovely enthusiasm. And I have no complaints. How can I? Tomorrow I leave to join the family at the beach. Then I'll be back, for three weeks of school, and with actual things, maybe, to say and not just an update of my itinerary.
I had a moment last month. I had just left town and was driving up state route 301, right where Georgia turns into South Carolina. The first forty minutes of my drive had been like Southern Bingo: here is a flock of turkey vultures picking at the carcass of an armadillo, here is a woman selling watermelons from the back of a truck, here is a brown dog with dusty teats standing next to the highway, here is Spanish moss and a wide river. They were all things I've come to love and expect from the landscape here. I remembered suddenly that the last time I'd been on that stretch of highway, I was leading our Budget truck into town. We didn't have a place lined up. We had a Craiglist contact and the relief of slipping out of the pee house's lease thirty-six hours earlier. It was hot and we were tired. I don't think I can tell you properly how nice it was to be driving a new car, nearly a year later, all settled in.
I'll be back soon. In the meantime: here's a picture I took, last night, of the big Southern sky and what it looks like after the hurricane rains cease. And here's a band that I saw one night in Toronto, and I loved, and now you should like them too.
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