Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away!
It's time to get out of town, I say. Out of town to no particular purpose. We're visiting my brother soon and that will be very cool. And we're visiting my parents this weekend and that will be fine.
Still, I want to go out and feel free and happy and all grown up and aimless, too. I want to go away, but not too far. I suppose down the street would be fine.
I've proposed going to this place . They even allow pets. I don't know what pets. BrilliantEditor suggests that they allow goldfish. He's a punk, though.
I do believe that it would be a delight to travel around places I already live. It would be wonderful. We'd be able to get home if we had to and we'd be able to not be home, too. Oooooh la la, I'm such a clever girl.
the genius of driving
For a while I'd carry around a tape recorder to get my ideas down before they vanished. It seems they show up in the car. Maybe because it's a small, enclosed space the ideas get crowded and they come back into my head. They just can't get away.
But it's a mechanical tape recorder--the kind with actual tape. This means that it is not a voice recorder, you see. And tape recorders are heavy creatures. And they hide things, like my wallet, underneath them when they're in my purse. I have a little book to write things down in, too. But that's hard to do when I'm driving.
Oh boy, life is so difficult.
And this has been a bit of a dry spell for ideas. I'm sure that I've written some down somewhere, but even then I think I'd suck all the humor out of them. I do believe I could be talking about the exploits of my brother and of mine and it wouldn't be funny.
Thinking about it now, though, there is a bit of a funny. I checked our voice mail and heard BellyRub's voice saying something like, "Huullloooooooooo, hulllooooooooo. Dotty? Hullllooooooooo. Hi. Hulllooooooo." All in a lugubrious, nasal voice. And then in a relatively normal (how normal can you get with us?) "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about mother's day." "Caaallllllll me," with the lugubrious voice returned.
I actually called him. At work.
He doesn't use that voice there.
Posted by dotty at May 6, 2004 10:25 AM