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Monday
Feb222010

Another Aeroplane, Another Sunny Place

Allll rightie, your Olympic Crack is pending.  Like, today, hopefully.  Or tomorrow.  Next week or July at the latest.  But I been busy.  Also, I'm going to be homeless for a while.

As previously noted, Mobile awaits us with sweaty armpits.  But first?  Oklahoma City.  Josh The Pilot must take himself amongst the flatness for a training session, and since it's almost two months long, he would like to take me to the amongstness.  The FAA is providing housing, which, given my experience with the FAA thus far, is terrifying.  I would not be surprised to be handed the keys to the fuselage of a hollowed-out Canadair regional jet, complete with stuck bathroom door and troll-sized pillows.  That's a place to (ostensibly) sleep.  That ain't home.

On the day Josh's classes end, I begin a writing residency in Colorado.  That's a month.  Nick The NASA Poobah, who served as one of my references, was so perplexed by this that he actually called me:  "What's going on here?"  he demanded.  "Are they going to make you wear tie-dye and sit in a drum circle?"  Enlightening as that sounds... no.  Although the residency director, when calling me to make the formal invitation, mentioned that we might socialize "with the artists' commune across town."  I told him that I was gonna BYOB, emphasis on the "O", 'cause ain't no way I'm gonna pay for some commie's Michelob.  As you can see, I am just the kind of open-minded artistic soft soul who does well in the residency atmosphere.

And as we all know, Colorado is well and truly a spiritual home, but... my boxes of Christmas ornaments will be elsewhere.  Home is where your crap is, which is why my parents babysat four Rubbermaid tubs of high school newspapers and discarded Ken dolls for the better part of a decade.  They re-presented them as a wedding gift.  I was on my own, now.  But when a husband is in on the Gulf of Mexico, writing desk stored somewhere on the Blue Ridge, and two plants staying with their grandparents, what does that mean?

It means I need to take up golfing and screw up the lives of everybody around me and then apologize for it for half an hour on YouTube.

only if you bring your wii at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

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[...] Beth is heading to another aeroplane, another sunny place. Share and [...]

[...] As foretold, my next stop isn’t Mobile; it’s a month-long writing residency in Colorado.   That means I’ll need cooking utensils, clothes, office crap, and Jell-O shot supplies to last me a trimester.  And, well– you know how a space can look really really big, and then you start, like, putting things in it, and all of a sudden it’s really really small?  And then you’re left with two boxes of books and a casserole dish and a butane torch and The History of the National Space Transportation System strewn all over the sidewalk and nowhere to put it?  Exactly. [...]

Thanks a lot for the post!

April 7, 2010 | Unregistered Commenteranon

Wonderful journey and experience!

April 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterRFID Reader
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