There are times when you need to step away from your confines and move out into the public, because it’s necessary to remind yourself that, yes, there is one out there. Which was the point of getting out yesterday–because it was there.
I did a drive down from The Burg to one of the easternmost points of the State of Maryland. In fact, the person I was with and I headed over into Delaware for a little shopping, making that my first visit to that state. But I was out on the road early, heading south at 6:30 AM, the live recording of The Wall in Berlin blasting from the car stereo. It was such that just as I was heading north up I-95 out of Baltimore that Comfortably Numb came on, and the combination of the sun shinning, the light traffic, and the sensation of being all wrapped up in my little warm cocoon produced one of those moments that you don’t forget soon, or ever.
And remember the talk that I was getting a makeover? Yeah, I had some work done on my eyes, and tried a new shade of lipstick. I also combined that with the first wig I ever owned, and it brought about a radical change in my appearance? How radical?
Yeah, pink nails and eyes, and it’s really a good look for me. The smile helps as well: I was having such a good time yesterday that smiling came easy. A few of my friends even pointed out that I appeared “radiant”, and for the first time I saw that in this and another picture. As for the people who mentioned that I looked a bit like a suburban soccer mom: I do, and I don’t mind one bit. It’s better that I look like millions of other women and not someone trying to relive their twenties. That would be the disco era for me–well, I do have some platform sandals . . .
During the two hour drive two and from Maryland and The Burg, I did think about my story. I thought about a lot of things, and for anyone reading this that happened to be on the I-695/I-83 junction and saw some crazy blond in a CR-V singing as loud as she could, bobbing her head and doing a lot of arm motions like she was performing–that was me listening to Paradise by the Dashboard Light. Yeah, I do that sometimes when I’m in the car.
The upshot of all this is after making it home, after checking updates and loading pictures and the like, after saying hi to people I hadn’t seen online all day–I tried to write and found myself just too damn pooped to do more than start the next scene and produce about two hundred words. I was tired, sure, but the subject had to do with the death of people at my fictional school, and the mind simple didn’t want to wrap around that nastiness.
It had been a good day filled with life.
I’ll leave the talk of death for later.