well, i'm back. again. literally, physically back, i mean. i have been in shallotte, NC, for a few days with my mom. shortly before that i was in monticello, KY, with my mom, my aunt betty, and my 82-year-old cousin. i am a little bit sick of family road-trips right now. actually, i'm a little bit sick of my family right now. oh well, it'll pass - the change of scenery was refreshing.
monticello is this quiet little town in eastern kentucky where my grandmother ("Nanny") grew up. my mom and her sisters hadn't been there to visit since they were kids. our cousin everett (the 82 year old) had grown up there as well and moved to asheville when he was 18. he has been back to monticello a few times so they all decided to go together, and to take me with them, since i had never been there but used to hear stories about it from nanny when i was little. in the end, my aunt linda (the one from alabama) decided not to go with us. so anyway, we spent a few days there and for the most part i enjoyed it. downtown monticello was kind of depressing - a lot of run-down and deserted buildings due to the two strip-malls (complete with a wal-mart) within a few miles - but they have a museum there, on the ground floor of an old hotel, which was actually very impressive. we spent a few hours in there one day and i really enjoyed it. whenever the photos get developed i will post some. it was really pretty there.
so then a few days after we got back from there, my mom had to go to shallotte - another quiet little town, just above the NC border between wilmington and myrtle beach - for a meeting at brunswick community college. so i went with her, partly to keep her company and partly because i have been craving a beach fix. nick was thinking about kidnapping me for the weekend to go to some big crazy bike rally in hot springs for drunken camping and general mayhem, but i figured that might be a bit too upsetting for my parents. so my mom and i drove for many hours to the opposite end of the state, and stayed in a totally creepy hotel (it looked much better on the website when we made the reservations), and i got to spend a little quality time at ocean isle beach with my feet in the atlantic ocean, and that was great. it was actually slightly quicker to drive through SC, via columbia and florence, and because there are two things being sold up and down the side of every road in that whole state, i will probably dream about peaches and fireworks all night.
we actually stopped and bought some peaches somewhere off highway 22. i just finally ate one. they're delicious. we didn't buy any fireworks, though.
it was so excellent to be at the beach. i love it here in the mountains. but holy shit i want to live at the beach. if i can ever get finished with goddamn school, i am going to have to look for a teaching job somewhere on the coast.
so now i am back here and it is saturday night and i am already bored all over again. i can't even have my nightly conversation with nick because he is in hot springs, damn him.
the big head todd show was in raleigh today. i wish i could've gone. if my mom were cool, i would've suggested driving home by way of i-40 and stopping in raleigh to go to that concert. we could've stayed at somebody's house for free. but alas, my mom is not cool like that.
oh so yesterday during my mom's meeting at the college, i was just wandering around the campus, and at noon all these bells started ringing - like, bell-tower-type-bells. and do you know what they were playing? puff the magic fucking dragon, that's what. at first i thought maybe i was hallucinating from the heat, but no, it really was puff the magic dragon. and when that song was over, the bells played that "yankee doodle gal" song. later on, i heard them playing "somewhere over the rainbow". it was bizarre. i left suzi a voice mail so she could hear it, i hope she could hear it anyway...
i've had a few calls from jim lately. i haven't answered. the message he left yesterday was "okay, i give up." i guess he is offended by my utter lack of interest in having a conversation with him. i am willing to bet that if you asked him, he would not be able to come up with any reason i might have for ignoring his calls. that is kind of funny. wait, no. not funny. sad. if i should ever see him again, i swear i will be perfectly civil. but what is there to talk about in the meantime? i mean, really. you got to know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run. right? right.
well i can't think of anything else to mention. so i will leave you with some sneeches, until next time...