Autumn is
here, all of the sudden. I can't conceal my excitement as I drive. Leaves
tumbling, falling, dancing from the sky. Spinning and swooshing across the road
like tidal waves, falling atop one another in currents undetectable to the naked
eye. Momentarily crushed by the passing vehicles yet reestablishing their
ballet the moment we are past, their reflection caught within my rearview
mirror. I let myself dance to the music and the leaves, feeling my mood
rise with the fresh fall of Fall leaves. The air feels crisp and clean,
each breath waking you up. The cold air flowing freely throughout the car,
mingling with the warm heater air being projected from the vents. Not to mention
the songs blasting from my speakers, my own voice belting snippets of the
words and renditions of my own. Singing like this makes me ecstatic. When the
cars zoom by the other side and have that .4 second glance of the person in
the car next to you, they would smile, and I would wave. I like
to wave to people when I am alone. There really is a beauty in
familiar back roads. The same signs, and trees, houses and carks parked in their
driveways. The way the intersections cut and meet one another, merging and disappearing
into the ant line of cars we have created. Cruising down the road, sandwiched
between two people going a clear sixty, rejoicing in the fact you had luck
enough to chance tailing a local. The way the trees stand so tall, their
branches creating a safe roof above my head. Sheltering and majestic. There is a
safety being wedged in a line of cars, as well. The PoPo have less likely hood
to catch ya.
Yet, yet. Pleasant valley>>Missouri Flat is my usual (almost always) course of action and now, now some thing horrible is occurring. Lights.
This road is a beautiful disaster so to speak. It leads you to the high way, and a multitude of different shops, schools, grocery stores, convenient food, and so on..
But
with all that "traffic" the city has decided (and maybe rightly so,
but ***) to install two new lights. There were already.. five, four of them put
within a hundred yards of one another, I swear. But now. Now I have to stop two
more times, and, and
my flow is gone. The turn and the hustle, the extra two minutes I saved taking that way has been ruined.
Thank you Placerville for having lights that stop us up on the high way as well. Those lights are ever so convenient when you are in a hurry, or need the highway, or, or, or. I realize, Placerville would be passed by without those lights, but more so, the streets right there that lead to the other side of town, that happen to be placed right on the highway (stupid) require the lights for the amount of local-traffic. It would be impossible nearly. I still hoped better forethought would be put into.. cities.
We are an old Gold mining city, what do I expect? Meh.
Regardless. I love my back roads. They are too beautiful to describe. One must drive, and see, and be on any part of the road at any given moment of the day in their memory to understand.
House
Sitting! hoe goes it? Interssante yes. I scared myself silly last night, thank
goodness I had a couple voices of reason whispering into my ear (online that is)
telling me to calm down, and yes. I fell instantly asleep (which means I know I
was being foolish, creeping around the house with a knife in my hand) with the
phone beneath my pillow and the light to keep my dreams company. The dreams I
had were not exactly favorable, for they are muddled and confused...oh the hidden
meanings.
I desperately need to go see Erin. I think.. that if I can this upcoming weekend, (at least for a night. or two?!.) I will go. Perhaps drag someone if not only to share the driving, but to have the company on the long trip. I have a couple in mind. Who knows. I could do it alone too. I am a pretty big girl, lol.
We always fall back into place, yet, that place does not change much. I love the stability of such a wonderful person. Even if I don't speak to her every-day and we have changed a bit over the last... SEVEN... years. Wow. I just counted.
Way to go Erin.
I feel so ever good today. Smile on my face, good music flowing through an open house, lunch in promise, that lonely hard night past me. I am honestly so proud of myself and how well I handled last night after being a doofus in the computer room. I stomped around the house, to show those noises, that I too can make them. I leaped into empty rooms to scare any maybe intruder, or ghost. (I began to believe this is what I was hearing..)
I turned down almost all the lights, locked all the doors and shut the windows, crept into my room and snuggled with that dog (Oscar). He curled right up into my stomach and laid under the blankets there almost all night. It was more comforting than I thought. A Weiner dog and an old man dog (Barkley) do not offer tremendous amounts of protection.
Tonight, Russell will join me and I am sooo happy to not have to be alone and scared. And cold. ha ha. But really, I will not freak out. The presence of another being makes me believe that if ill intentions were under way one of us would have the sense to realize this and alert the other.
I must take a nap today, in attempt to stay up all to-night. Perhaps a late late picnic, we could walk some where, and look at the stars. Or just sit on the balcony and look through the telescope!! Even better idea. Fabtabulous.
The perks :)
This weekend, I know not! I simply plan on good company and life-distraction before I am landed with too much. You know how that happens, mhm. Goodness.
Time
to make ready to prepare lunch and find a good movie to distract me from using
the internet incessantly! It Isn't that I can't exactly, but this isn't my
house. I shouldn't tie up the phone line? Though in all defense, they do not
have caller ID or an answering machine to even know who called whilst away. I do
not wish to answer the phone, for I feel foolish firstly, yet secondly, I do not
want to alert anyone they are not home? That is a little paranoid, but meh.
they have a gate?! I should feel safer than I do.
Like I was saying last night. Karate!
I think it would be an interesting venture. Even if I am not "good", to at least attend and have a feel for that kind of environment that I have heard of and seen depicted many times.
I will have to pick some thing more specific, than simply, "karate", and it would have to be in an environment that I found.. relaxing. And not.. watching you, ha.
