A LOT MORE STUFF LIKE THIS!
*will spare you the video* Woke up with the band Split Enz on my mind ... particularly the song 'Six Months In A Leaky Boat'. At first, I was going to 'facebook it', save some of the lines for my page over there. But man, I have more feeling, true 'memories' associated to this song.
There was a comic book store, 'Classic Comics' that me and my then B.F.F who would go on to Yale would go to and pick up comics. The Harmony House was in a shopping area over across the street from the Farmington Civic ('CC' has moved, the 'House' closed, but the Civic is still doing its thing!). All of this is not too far from where Skye lives ...
... one trip there to get comics, I stopped and picked up this 45. It was 'Six Months In A Leaky Boat', and it makes my eyes well a little, at the pleasant memories this song brings to mind. I would listen to this, spinning the globe at home in my room imagining myself a Magellan and sailing the seas. I would listen to this, sometimes putting on 'Brandy' and think about what I would do when I got old enough.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY
If I met someone in Nebraska and I liked them enough, I'd go and get my passport. Right now, the last thing I feel like doing is traveling abroad. Whenever the last time I crossed the oceans, I got a 'sensation' that I haven't forgotten. Plenty to do in North America thank you very much.
That is something that I am glad I had a decent shot at, going somewhere else for a bit. Had a shot at the romance of living. I think that people can see that, especially when they are talking about what they want to do with their lives. I took my own advice this week, in planning out my trip. That it may not go off as smoothly as other adventures, is something I am going to have to get used to. My 'normal' is something I have to adjust to, and I am doing that every day. Since it would be the same kind of thing if I remained here, may as well go somewhere new, I say!! The spirit of a sailor circumnavigates the globe ... the lust of a pioneer will acknowledge no frontier!!
THE TYRANNY OF DISTANCE DIDN'T STOP THE CAVALIER ...
SO WHY SHOULD IT STOP ME? I'LL CONQUER AND STAY FREE!!!
When I think about standing on a corner in downtown Hooterville, Nebraska (when it becomes my town, I will call it; it is still HER town, and I think I will let that be that for now) looking around for a landmark, trying to get oriented, I tell myself it is just like it is going downtown ...
... when I went there before I got with Hutch the other day, I asked a lady where I was headed. I couldn't quite place where it was, and she didn't quite know herself, being from Ann Arbor and all. I asked a nearby meter maid, and she pointed me in the right direction. I then said to the first lass that she was going to have me as lost as she was!! She laughed and said, 'it would have been what I get, smiling and looking cute and all!' I think she said that because I felt good and it was showing.
I gave AKA my copy of 'Quiet Strength' by Tony Dungy. She sees me thumbing thru it enough, so she knows that I like it a lot. Which is why I gave it to her, impromptu, and when she was in a good mood. She is a smart girl and she understands what it means to me as well as how I incorporate stuff into my life. She also knows and understands how I came by it ...
...and that is that with that.
Last month, when she had her case of 'the whatever', I thought that she needed to read it. I took pains not to SPEAK from it, lest the hypocrisy monkey set upon me. When she was in a better mood, I felt it would feel more gift like, you know? I will get another copy from John King books ... but with the history of this copy, I thought it may mean a little more to her.
I JUST SPENT SIX MONTHS IN A LEAKY BOAT
Or however long it has been for me, taking on water. I can make out the faint edges of a shoreline, though as for that, it could be the illusion of the curvature of the earth. Yet again.
I am so looking forward to getting to 'land' and telling my tales of my voyage. Maybe I will have even developed a style, and may try my hand at writing fiction when I get to Nebraska. Who knows?