I’m still alive out here, very much so, but I happen to also be in Indiana doing the Hoosier Holiday Hokey Pokey, eating cheese balls, a collection of spreads, and a wide variety of other bullshit non-foods.
It is colder here than my southern pansy-ass can handle, and there is ice and wind. But also, gin and tonic.
I got my hair cut very, very short right before we left home, and I’m having some difficulty adjusting. It looks different in my head than it actually looks on my head, if that makes sense. I am satisfied but not convinced I made the right decision. SO WHAT’S NEW.
And Even More:
We saw the Hoosier Dome collapse on the news, took Bird to the Indy Children’s Museum. I might also have started minor shitstorm or two, Birdy has started exclaiming, “Mercy!”, and a Goodwill sweater will always smell like a Goodwill sweater, no matter how long you own it.
And Still You Want More?
Road trip made possible by Drive By Truckers, Glossary, Modest Mouse, Band of Horses, and a departure time closer to bedtime than usual. Also the most silent, most freezing, and most questionable Waffle House on I-65. I have been sleeping with Bird for 4 days, and she kicks and wakes up totally fucking early, but she also snuggles and says weird things in her sleep. I received a lovely collection of Burts Bees products today, I haven’t owned a proper winter coat in years, I am typing this on a borrowed laptop in my in-laws’ living room where the Weather Channel is positively blaring some dramatic thing about the Titanic, and I have no idea how to work the complicated panel of remote controls here. I just realized I might be the only one still up, and it feels very, very peaceful to be alone, even if I can’t escape an old fancy ship in trouble with the weather.