Oct. 27th, 2005

zyzyly: (wish you were here 1)
I drove up the coast road from San Luis Obispo to Monterey today--highway 1. It's one of my favorite drives--lots of scenery, twisty roads and artichokes at the end. I had this road in mind when I bought my car, and today was the day the two met for the first time.

I stopped a couple of times along the way to hike around, but most of the day I just drove, listened to music and thought about things. What did I think about? Oh, this and that:

--Whenever Arlina saw a sign that said "No Pets Allowed" she would always turn to me and say, "I'm sorry honey, you'll have to wait in the car."
I saw one of those signs today and heard her voice. The last time I was on this road, we were together. She and I were in conflict about something that we never got the chance to resolve.

--Pink Floyd, Shine on You Crazy Diamond. I can remember so clearly the night I first heard this song. I stopped at the record store on my way home from work and bought it--it had just been released. I took it home and played it in my room. My parents were having a party in the other room.
As I pulled out onto the highway this morning it was the song that was playing on the radio. It hasn't lost a bit of its magic.

--I have a friend who has kind of figured out my somewhat complex sense of humor. But not completely.
I thought about her.

--Writing. I like to write. This is new for me. I thought about writing as I hiked around today. The paper journal I started at the beginning of the summer is almost full. I wrote ten pages at lunch today. My gumbo recipe is in this journal. I made gumbo for a friend the other night. I wrote about the experience in my journal. North meets south, east meets west. I like to write.

--I thought about my sense of who I am. I am much more comfortable with me these days. But not completely. I still have things to work out. I decided to do the work necessary to do that.

--I seem to be at a crossroads. I pondered this at great length today, but no answers. I looked for the burning bush but it was nowhere to be found.

--Seals, when you get right up close to them, stink.

--Oh, artichokes. I stopped in Castroville, the artichoke capitol of the world, and bought a bag of 'em. Steamed one up tonight and it was the best artichoke I have ever tasted.
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