Headed for the beach.....

Well I'm on Long Island...the sun is shining....and my little patch of beach is calling....Robert Moses....Lot #5.

It's not exactly swimming weather.....I believe its 27 degrees...LOL>>>>but hey the sand is still there.....and I wonder if that sweet section of beach sings the same wonderful song even in the winter.

Guess I'll find out soon.....

One way Not to start a day

Fire. Fire. Leave your room immediately.

The bright strobe light starting flashing in our room and the fire
alarm wailed.

Let's go hon .....I actually thought my hub my sleep through this.

I put my long coat on.... Grabbed my purse and phone....my wild
Hawaiian leggings sticking out.

Opened the door and saw other confused folks. Shit we were on the
top floor of the hotel.

The lights were on so it was easy to find the stairs. There were lots
of foreign visitors and it was obvious one family didn't know what to
do.

Come come. I waves to them and they followed

Half way down they announced an all clear. We turned around and
climbed up 4 flights of stairs. We took along folks who looked
confused v y the message.

So at 230am.....with heart hammering ......I got back in bed.

Fat chance I could fall back asleep.

The alarm sounded a few hours later and I just pulled on clothes and
headed out with hub to catch a train to Nyc.

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Winter Road trip

I haven't even checked the weather...but no matter....I am leaving for a winter road trip on Saturday.

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Heading up to Iowa to drop my son off at school....then heading to Minneapolis....then on to Chicago then back home.

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I am looking forward to the solitude of the road and the down time.

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I've gotten three fat audio books and a couple of new Cd's my son burned for me off some play lists I copied from the web.

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It sounds odd to some people....but I have missed traveling alone.

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When I was writing, I would attend conferences and meetings and often schedule some time before or after to just be in the city or place by myself.

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Being alone gives me time to think and absorb a location.

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If you travel with someone or you're traveling for business you're often so preoccupied with the person or the business...you can't sop up the flavor of where you are...the smells, the architecture, the thousand of observations about people and place and food and the slant of the light .

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I am also desperate for art.

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Ever since I've started working full time....my reading and movie time and writing time have hoovered near zero.

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My whole creative self feels shriveled. I do hope to meet a friend in Minneapolis but if she is not available....I have booked a hotel near the art museum and plan to drift there for hours.. ..re-hydrating my spirit.

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Then on to Chicago....where I will help my parents for a few days before the drive home and the return to work.

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I have nothing ready ....just a to do list of 25 things I must finish at work on Friday... before I can even focus on what I need to pack....but it forces me to be simple...jeans...a sweater...a jacket...a camera...I don't need a lot for this.....but I do need a lot from this.

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