the wandering pinks?

9 04 2009

Wake you up in the mornin’ so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues

i was up at 4:45 this morning, out the door in time to be at a friend’s at 5 to make a karma-collecting airport run, and i expected to be crabby and sleepy (albeit quietly so as not to make the beneficiary feel bad for having asked), but the moon was full and low, rushing like a paper boat in a fast, dark river toward the day, the stars were shyly giggling their goodnights like high school kids at the end of their first spring dance, and what i was was energized and jealous, with the radio doing everything it could to pull me along.

my passenger was bound for new orleans for a conference–but who cares if there’s a conference; it’s new orleans!–and i’d been envious months ago when plans were made, but then i’d started making my own travel plans, and more travel plans, and more travel plans, and the whole thing was starting to look overwhelming and expensive and exhausting and i’d begun to wonder if i’d gotten too old for this sort of “fun,” or at least too far removed from the people and circumstances that made it so compelling.

between now and the end of July, between grading 3 more sets of papers and a portfolio for these 40ish students, teaching a summer course in a subject i know nothing about, and maybe leading another children’s lit workshop, i’ve got concrete plans for a wedding in England (next week), a long weekend in NYC/NJ, the week in Ireland, a few days in Italy, and a wedding in Blacksburg, plus there’s a not-yet-concretized potential plan to spend a couple of days in St. Louis, & then in the slightly-farther-distant future, there’s this thing in Boston in September, & even writing out the whole list makes me think about how i could really use a nap already.

but under those stars this morning, chasing that moon, with a soundtrack that started with Dire Straits when i turned the car on and went in to include, in only the short, empty-highway jaunt up to the airport and back, a little Zepplin, the whole six minutes of Styx’s “Come Sail Away” and some Bob Seger to glide me back into the drive, all the jealousy was back–i wanted to stow away onto the plane and just go from there to every place else on my itinerary and a hundred places that weren’t, i wanted to make more plans and confirm more plane tickets, i wanted to turn that car anywhere but back into its gravel cradle at the house so i could come inside and pack a lunch and get to work on time.

i can sleep when i’m dead; in the meantime, there are all of these places to be.

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12 responses

9 04 2009
donnickcottage

rushing like a paper boat in a fast, dark river toward the day
Wow. You still got it sister.

9 04 2009
thebroomecloset

Agreed! That’s a wonderful image and phrase.

9 04 2009
tyra

thanks, guys! πŸ˜€

9 04 2009
tyra

thanks, guys! πŸ˜€

9 04 2009
thebroomecloset

Agreed! That’s a wonderful image and phrase.

9 04 2009
donnickcottage

rushing like a paper boat in a fast, dark river toward the day
Wow. You still got it sister.

9 04 2009
faerieariel

Now I’m envious πŸ™‚ Travel is one of the luxuries that makes a life, no matter how exhausting, it’s always worth it.

9 04 2009
faerieariel

Now I’m envious πŸ™‚ Travel is one of the luxuries that makes a life, no matter how exhausting, it’s always worth it.

10 04 2009
metalmonkey

Sounds great! Let me know if/when you’re passing through DC and i’ll slow you down long enough for a hug! ;]

10 04 2009
metalmonkey

Sounds great! Let me know if/when you’re passing through DC and i’ll slow you down long enough for a hug! ;]

10 04 2009
ovrclokd

mmm… i love how your posts can be so evocative, so charged. makes me think it must be fascinating inside your head. *hug*

10 04 2009
ovrclokd

mmm… i love how your posts can be so evocative, so charged. makes me think it must be fascinating inside your head. *hug*

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