Sunday, January 25, 2009
I used to take piano lessons in that farmhouse off in the distance.
This is my drive to and from work on a pretty much deserted 4 lane highway. I remember when this road was being built about 18 or so years ago (sheesh) and my friend Joy and I would go ride our bikes on it after school. All the concrete had been poured, but the road hadn't opened yet. I guess that's about as much trouble as a couple of 5th graders could get into in such a small town. I remember thinking that we could rollerblade for, like, EVER, which was different than trying to rollerblade on our little driveway. Oh, the freedom! Turned out, the road was too bumpy for rollerblade wheels, but girls can dream!
I have 2 crafty posts scheduled after this one, so don't think I've gone off my art/crafting rocker.
I took a walk in the COLD COLD air yesterday, and today it snowed!
I've been trying to get shots of cows for quite a while now. Usually, I panic a little and once they start running, I back away. My boss told me to be patient, because cows are very curious. Hey, she's the editor of a farm magazine! And she was right! There were about 50 head of cattle, all watching my every move. I moved up one step, they moved back, and vice versa. I felt like I had a cow choir and I should have been conducting.
Ah, high drama on the plains. Life is simple and good. I watched all my friends on tv last night for the EMMYs. I miss them and all my friends at Channel5 so much. When I was leaving I thought, oh, of course I'll see those people and talk to them and it won't be that different. People who I spent so much time with and knew so much about their kids, lives, etc., just gone. Not really, but it feels like that. I feel like I threw out a huge batch of my life by leaving them behind. I think that's just the way things go when you move. Problem is, I haven't really filled up my new bucket of life yet. Since we don't have a house or permanent place, since all my friends live 30 minutes away, since I'm working 60 hour weeks every other week, and since we live in a basement with not nearly as much light as I'm used to, I feel isolated and sort of floating.
I guess the grass really is always greener. In this case, I think it's a case of mild cabin fever. I miss you, friends! I'm so sad that I don't get to see you all as much as I want, whether you're here in Missouri or in Nashville, or wherever you are! I'm thinking of you and missing you. And now I'm crying. I think I need a nap.