You'll believe in anything

Goddamn, was that a long weekend. Too much food, too much time in the car and on the train. But lots of nature! Thoreau-esque walks with Ellie. She loves to jump in Lake Barkley, no matter what the temperature. She would run off to chase deer and squirrels and anything, really, when we went out to smoke cigarettes late at night. Something would scatter leaves around, and off she would be like a gunshot, deep into the woods. 15 or 20 minutes later she would come back, staring at us, head cocked, through the big windows, wanting to be let in. This happened four or five times a night, and we loved every minute of it.

Did you know that roads in extremely-rural areas of Kentucky are very, uh, narrow? Scary. We kept expecting head-on collisions. We are afraid to drive on these roads, and easily accepted Mom's desire to be behind the wheel. Good family policy.

There was also a large amount of reading accomplished. Edmund Morris' Theodore Rex, about TR. Bully! Dee-lighted! Denis Johnson's Resucitation of A Hanged Man, which is a weird-assed novel. Read it. The Dante Club, by Matthew Pearl. An Afghanistan Picture Show, by William Vollmann, about him going as a 19 year-old to fight Russian invaders with the mujahideen, and utterly failing. How Life Imitates the World Series, by Thomas Boswell. Hard Revolution By George Pelecanos. We had a little free time on our hands, and no wish to be idle.

Now we are at work, on normal adult time, and it totally blows.




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