Thursday, September 27, 2012

Home Again! Home Again! Jiggidy-Jig!

Early start at five in the morning but probably anxiety for something new and leaving the safety of home for a while. Wait until the last minute to wash and pack probably also due to the unfamiliar or just procrastination.
The ride gets here early and I say, “Good bye” to the yard and inform the yard boss to keep an eye out. The forth party arrives and the trip begins.
The way up was uneventful with convenient conversation and yearns to go sailing on the water.
A bear hug warm welcome but the drive was cramped. This would be the position of the weekend.
Once home no one rolled down the hill and we were even awake. Munchies and light conversation of family. The conversation becomes lubricated. Is this what it takes to have a civil conversation with another human being?
Even with the confusion of calendar dates we presume in an orderly manner to our next designated area. No matter what people say about automobiles, there is just not enough room for legs.
An unexpected surprise awaits these already weary travelers when it seems all of Philly is going to the concert. Of course they are not but for some reason still unknown the highway turns into a parking lot, but the driver was patient and the libations curved the stress and we arrived on time.
In the huge cement pond turned upside down we found our destination. The sound was good the shows predictable except for the “take two” moment and well worth the cross off of the bucket list. Had fun with the guy in front of me doing syncopated handclaps.
The ride back was must faster, probably faster than the line to pee.
Then on to sleepy-time in her soft bed with the leafy sound of a foreign land.
Unwrapping in the morning light and shaking the cobwebs I proceeded down the narrow steps to find the host and guest already up and plugged in. Fresh coffee. A rarity accepted as a ritual with only a touch of milk. The refill with tap water and a walk out into the sunshine.
The sound is different up here. The tall trees have flat leaves and rustle under the winds conduction. Very pleasant and most relaxing. I am directed to a bench up on the hill with another view and think I should sleep out here since the weather has been the perfect fall.  
Finally all the players are assembled so the plan of action is to stuff our selves into an auto and travel to a nearby arts and crafts show on the green. We even threw the hostess into the trunk. Nice guys us.
The show was predicable with rushes of previous shows and the quilts and jewelry bought and later stored away and forgotten but must acquire for my collection at the time.  As being titled as an artist I observe the struggles others make presenting to the public their representation of the world in hopes to obtain financial rewards.
So far the conversations have been about family and I have nothing to offer. I guess this is what most people talk about since their lives are so boring and they live through extension begats.
Missing the junkie want then to refresh the liquor we return the chariot home. So what do you do with a house full of high school and family friends? Bring out the food and stuffy and don’t forget the brain nummers.
The subject of family has gone by so technology is spread. How do I update this? How can I move these to? Will this work? Phones and tablets and laptops are scattered and like an IT shop each and every question is resolved.
I must be missing something for these folks are junkies and their voices peak when a new app appears to be available. How can you live without this?
Another wonderful meal except the chef forgot he didn’t have enough gas (maybe the high point of the weekend) and the conversations started to get deeper. With fewer people around we can search into each other real meaning.
Those Darn Boys broke out the reproduction guitar and made some noise but remarkably the sound was pretty good. Of course we don’t record the good stuff. A little extended time together and we could go on the sidewalk. Brother the guitar has a good feel but I’ve got to haggle on the price.
Morning news shows and political rhetoric brings nothing new to the party and is surprising how enflamed some of the participants become over things they cannot control. Keep the blood pressure down buds.
A final check for leftovers and it is time to travel again. Hugs for all (but no wet kisses) and we are off again.
Crammed into the quiet car then finding space I am fully aware that watching old railroad tracks and tagged warehouses is as interesting as large screen televisions showing every pore. My companions are engrossed into printed material or wi-fi immediate information but perhaps missing the rhythm of the rails that keeps my legs moving to the song created in my head. Damn, I ought to buy a drum kit.
Delivered safely and sound back to my forest I walk into the solemn place I call “home”. The shadows are still where they are supposed to be and the smells are the same. All the dust is in place.
But there is something, something very important I must do.
Leaving the bag packed, I grab my sunglasses and head out the back door. The yard is calm but I’m on a mission.
Unlocking the little house door I move the first pony to the deck. It is time to ride.
Stretching the legs and following familiar trails I accommodate the critters food and stuffies and return to spread the long awaited feast out for all.
Standing on the porch the yard boss came out to munch on the buffet. 
Home again! Home again! Jiggidy-jig!

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