August 11, 2010
i’ve taken a little day trip.
and i’m writing to you from michigan.
i love coming home,
especially since it’s a rare thing lately.
last night i remembered how clear the night sky can be,
and saw a shooting star before the fog rolled in.
i slept in my childhood bed, listening to nothing but the sound of mo breathing and occasional breeze.
thank god i’m a country boy.
my mom and i are now heading west
to the city of my alma mater
and favorite yarn store.
the only thing more important than family
is getting the yarn for my rhinebeck sweater.
i’ll have more on that later but right now,
i want to talk more about where i’m writing from.
i’m writing from the future!
let me explain.
as i type this,
she’s talking to my father
whose voice is coming through the speakers,
my computer is plugged into an outlet in the back,
and with the aid of a little internet stick from verizon,
i’m surfing the web faster than i ever could at home.
i don’t think i have ever been happier than i am right now;
someone else driving me around
with the internet.
i think i may have found enlightenment.
expect details on this trip tomorrow but right now,
let me say one quick thing about the contest:
i thought having you help me would make this easier.
i never expected so many sad stories in the comments,
and i have no idea how i’m going to choose.
but by friday, there’ll be a winner.
i’ll figure something out.
keep the comments coming.
why make things easier now?