Day 747 – Gotta Get Away
Ever have a week that causes you to simply need to get away from the reality of that week? Another way to put it would be a series of experiences so unpleasant that you feel compelled to get physically away from everything you were near as the events unfolded.
Although this week ended on a good note (hah, good as defined by plague-years bad) I’m getting out of town during daylight hours to remind myself there is an entire world that has no idea of the icky experiences i’ve been dealing with. I hope to dilute my bad feeling in the ocean outside of my normal routine.
So i’m driving to Redding CA to buy some food at Trader Joe’s. I’m going to stop and look at Mt Shasta. I’m going to stop and look at Shasta Lake. I’m going to burn diesel fuel in my lovely pickup truck and roll the windows down. If i had a dog i’d stop at every applicable spot and throw a ball for him/her. I’m going to take pictures with my Hipstamatic.
I’m going to think about how esophageal cancer has claimed another person who was important to me.