Okay, adios is easy to spell, but French was never my strong suit. Don't tell me if I butchered that.
Okay. So. It would seem that this really was a travel blog and not a knit blog, despite the few paltry WIPs and FOs I put up.
I do have plenty of excuses for not writing: my job is 150% insane, I tend to work weekends, I haven't had phones much the less DSL at my house until this week, my car has broken down four times (Four times!! Dear Tach never let me down once on the road, and as soon as we come to a rest, he needs new brakes, new tires, new clutch cylinders, and new belts! It's like he's taking a deep sigh and letting it all go. It's okay, though, cause my mechanic is actually honest and incredibly hot. He drives a Ducati. Mmmm. End of aside), and so on, and so on...
Really I'm just lazy. And have nothing to say. Except this, which I may have already said, about my job: ever seen The Office? Picture all those people stoned. Then they wake up and realize that they had three deadlines yesterday. That's where I work. We once had an hour-long discussion in a meeting about the benefits of boxes over envelopes. And in the end, we decided to use both. Good God.
So my job is crazy, but it is pretty interesting. My house is finally coming together, after replacing the water heater, disposal, linoleum, a window, all the blinds, a faucet, and a door. Not to mention buying every single piece of furniture that a human being can buy. But it's finally there.
Having my very own room, for the long-term, inspired some truly adult decorating. Knowing that I am going to live in this place for a while gave me the gumption to actually make it how I want it.
I went with a pirate them. A very subtle pirate theme. So subtle, I think I am the only one that gets it, but I get it, and I love it. The walls and windows are light and beachy - sky blue on the bottom half of the walls, white on the top, and turquoise trim, with gauzy curtains. For all the furniture and accents I went with old-fashioned lushness: maroon bedding, a huge oak and wrought iron bed, maroon beaded curtain ties, dark stained bookshelves, and, the perfect touch, a giant antique humpback captains chest. Where I keep my booty. That's right, it is the perfect size for my now gigantic yarn stash.
And that's it. I am settled. And loving it. I do miss the road a bit; I haven't ridden any of my beloved backroads since I've been back, thanks to the aforementioned craziness. Maybe that's what Tach has been complaining about. Three months of interstate can make a wanderlusty truck a little bitchy.
So this blog is at an end. I'll post again when I wander again, mostly because I love the way it helps me actually remember things. And because I met some amazing people through this, and I think about them and miss their influence on my life every day. And all I can say is I am sorry I am a lame ass and neglect my e-mail regularly. Look me up any time you choose to hit the road and find your way out to the west coast.
Must go... tearing up...
I never was good at goodbyes. I tend to drag them out, or do something horribly anti-climactic, like rear-ending a car while reversing and waving.
Anyway, I have two blogging sisters that are far more interesting than me, so I'll just go live vicariously through them for a while. I think I'll leave you with a song, lyrics imperfectly remembered:
The old ways are changing, ye canna deny, The way of the traveler's over. There's nowhere to gang, and there's nowhere to bide, So farewell to the live of the rover.
Goodbye to the tents and the old caravan, To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man, And goodbye to the thirty-foot trailer.
