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Updated my LibraryThing account, or am in the process of doing so. I've bought several books over the past six months or so and I've gotten rid of a few, so it was good to do the updating. I think now I may spend some time tagging, and doing some cleanup. At some point I need to actually do an inventory of things on my shelf, but not today!
Last night driving back, the full moon was just gorgeous, and I realised that I miss long solitary driving spells. When I was in grad school, I usually had one once a month - I'd go visit friends in either KC or Hannibal and both were about two hours away, and I'd drive up - windows down, music blaring, and have a fantabulous weekend, and then drive back. And it wasn't long, but it was enough to put the world into place for me. And I don't do that often anymore. Mostly because the closest places to go for a weekend are both four-five hours away. And while I'd swallow the cost of gas for two hours, four-five is just more - not to mention that I don't always have places to stay. I do in Seattle, now, so that makes it more likely to happen, but it still will probably not be once a month.
There's just something about the driving, and the music, and just the movement, that's very soothing for me. I've never minded long drives, possibly because we took vacations all over the U.S. when I was a child and we flew only one of those times. Twelve hour drives to Colorado's Rocky Mt. National Park, across Kansas at night, where there's nothing but stars and lightning storms far off in the distance, for as far as the eye can see - because we always drove it at night so we could get their early to get a spot at the First Come First Serve Aspen Glen campground in the park, that was Daddy's favourite. Post-London I became a big fan of public transportation when it's set up to work well, and if I lived in a city where it worked, I'd use it, because it's easier than city driving - not that I mind city driving - but it's nice to be able to read or something when commuting - but I still love the road trip. And when you've long stretches of empty land, it sort of untangles your thoughts. And it's perhaps one of the reasons I love Elizabethtown, because Cameron Crowe manages to capture that feel, somehow - as he just does somehow. One point in my head, I started a road trip story - and someday I may come back and finish it, because that character needed that movement.
So last night it was me and Robert Plant, and The Spares - because ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) littlewillow may get me liking country music yet, if she keeps it up - and Rich Mullins. And I feel as if the world was put back into place in those four hours, and it's good. And there's this conflict in my head between the part of me that nests and the part of me that wants to move, and I think that if I were in the Ingalls family, I'd be somewhere between Pa and his desire to move west all the time, and Ma and her desire to nest, because they're both there - even though the West is no longer the West of that time. And maybe I was born in the wrong century - too late to take the Oregon Trail and too early to go to the moon or the solar system. And if the Doctor came by right now - I think I'd jump in the TARDIS.
But it feels all right.
( And Portland... )
And now I have cramps (blah) and so I think the only reasonable thing is tea and a digestive, so I'm going after that right now.
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