break my own fall
Wednesday five pm creeping along in the least stressful holiday rush hour ever, southwest into the sunset. Other cars add half an hour but the farms look pretty as ever and an east coast girl will never take this for granted: interstate highway that looks like country road.Thursday ten am Packers game playing while Operaman and I load the car with V8 / Goldfish / Rittersport. Rolling Out Of Town for real.
Thursday eight pm Tofurkey sandwiches in the common room of Odell Lake Lodge, curled on a couch reading the New Yorker while kids play Monopoly. There’s a piano. There’s woods. Shivering on the porch with other guests, boots crunching circles in the snow and light caught in clouds of smoke and breath.
Friday eleven am blueberry pancakes, eggs bacon and tea. Wooden chairs at a wooden table in a window over the lake.
Friday midnight empty lodge. O and I and a fireplace for a Jean de Florette / Manon des Sources double feature.
Saturday two pm the Sportsman’s Café in the town of Oakridge population 3700. Everyone else in camo.
Saturday eight pm pick up the Little Os. Meet O’s no-longer-in-laws during the handoff. Really? Really. Swing by Goodwill for a ninety-nine cent scarf. Swing by downtown, wrap the scarf around a bronze dog for holiday photos. Photos that I take.
Sunday noon at mass. O at the organ and me in a pew with my arm around the girl. Really? Really? Really.
Sunday eight pm sipping hot spiked cider with my favorite Eugene girls, neither of whom has had the good sense to move to Portland yet. No room in this cubicle for how much I wish they would.
Sunday eleven pm me and Bliss back on the highway speeding north, fog so thick that only ten feet of dividerline surface in the headlights. Swimming in satisfaction and rest and the perspective of long drives. I Do Not Need To Figure Out My Whole Life Today. Good weekend, ground beneath my feet, head off somewhere else. CD spinning, the Buzzcocks and Fatboy Slim and Starland Vocal Band, made on the spot by Operaman for my drive. Labeled, Do Not Fall Asleep, Jenn!
posted by tortaluga @ 3:54 PM
3 Comments:
I sometimes forget that i don't have to figure out my whole life TODAY. thank you for reminding me. I miss you.
title of post = regina spektor quote
regina spektor = track two on Do Not Fall Asleep, Jenn!
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