A little traveling music, Sam. 
Have I mentioned that I’m going to Paris? 
I guess maybe I should ‘esplain a little.
My bestest girfriend and I always planned to travel together. We were going to take on the world, and see the USA in my Chevrolet.
It never happened. Lots of other things happened. Some of them great, some of them not so great. (We did get one trip in, to Arizona and Colorado. And that was simply awesome. But that was it.) We grew up, that was one thing that happened. Have you ever noticed how easy things are when you’re a kid? We were going to fix up an old car my Dad had, fill it with gas, grab my doggie Nippy and some food and hit the road. Our plan was to see each and every one of the states. It was going to be so simple! When I think about that now, all I can see are dollar signs…..and rapists…..and the car breaking down….and Nippy running away…..and where do we sleep…..and a big fight. I can’t see the Rockys….or the Mississippi….or the Redwoods….or the Okefenokee. No that’s a lie. I can too see them. They’re just behind those other things. I still have the wanderlust. Maybe when I get a little older I’ll get my simplicity back.
Anyway, I don’t think I ever totally gave up the idea of us traveling together. But I put us in our 50’s or so, retired maybe. So it was a big surprise when a few weeks ago my bestest girlfriend e-mailed me mentioning a trip to Paris……and I begged, pleaded, and whined……..and got an invitation to come too! (I think I still have a car to wash, though.) And with that, we shall soon be off to Paris!
The only sad part is that atroxi won’t be able to come too. But isn’t he wonderful to be happy for me, and let me go without strings of guilt? Even though I know he will be gloomy and lonesome without me. Truly am I blessed among women!
Go away, girlies. He’s mine.
Oh, and one more thing. I’m going to Paris, I’m going to Paris, I’m going to Paris!
January 20th, 2005 at 8:51 am
Oh yes. The car. It really needs it now with all the snow we got and the ice and the salt and the slush and the crazy drivers.
“Farm Boy, polish my horse’s saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.”
January 20th, 2005 at 9:03 am
As you wish.