Memorable Day

Ella took the kids to her folks' house this past weekend, leaving me thirty-two hours to myself (not that I was counting). Armed with my camera and several sodas, I hit the road to clear my head.

I hit the back roads. The country roads. The roads that twist and turn, where the only other vehicles you see are motorcycles and tractors. The roads where every deer crossing sign is riddled with bullet holes or has a Rudolph nose. The roads that feel like freedom.

I had this friend whose mother referred to these roads as pig paths. To each her own.

Before I returned home late Saturday evening, I had ripped the cover off of Sonic Youth's Goo and left it on an altar (because it's rude not to leave an offering when you visit a sacred place) and walked through a town I once knew like the back of my hand but now feels totally foreign to me.

I came back reenergized. Refreshed. Ready to tackle anything and everything that comes my way.

Christ, I needed this.

I hope you are able to spend Memorial Day with the ones you love.

And for those of you who don't live in the U.S.? Have fun at work, suckers!