I’m still here – or there…

Sorry I’ve had trouble getting my wireless connections to work.  Turns out I had my settings all screwed up.  My apologies. Here’s the most recent news…

I went on a really cool tour in Seattle calledPrivate Eye Tours it’s a tour of all the haunted placed in Seattle, run by a lady named Jake who rocks.  If you’re in the area and have three hours to check out creepy spots give her a call.  I admit without any shame, that I slept under the covers that night and wanted the cats in the room with me.  Yes, I’m a wuss.

Anyway, I’ve been making fabulous progress with my research and I’m getting antsy to roll.

As I hit I-5 South on my way to Portland this morning I plugged in 500 Nations and just North of Olympia it hit me.

I’m free.  I’m free.  I’m really fucking free!!

I started laughing hysterically.  Cackling – actually.  Then of course I started crying.  It seems that any emotional response from me lately immediately triggers tears.  Which is okay, but it sure freaks the Teamsters out as they look into the jeep and I’m railing with big bubbles of snot and streaks of mascara.  Although, I think the truckers who actually see it and do the double take are nicer when letting me into the merge.   

As I was driving I thought, I don’t really want to get my braces tightened and then drive right back to Seattle.  I want to play.  I want to drive.  I want to feel the wind in my stubbly hair and hear the sound of my tires on asphalt then dirt. 

I have the need to move.  It’s so primal it’s almost as strong as the worst case of ovulation- no sex for months- horniness that obliterates all logic in the brain and pushes you fiercely into the arms of the nearest option for procreation… whether he wants it or not – which is to say bad enough to chase the limping homeless man down the street.  That’s how bad I want to be on the road. And for the record, the homeless man did escape… barely.

When you’re body is dehydrated – you get thirsty.  Your lips crack, your mouth gets dry, you become fatigued and weak.  My soul is dehydrated.  It needs this.  I need this.

So I’m going.  I’m doing this for myself.  I’ll work in my book as I go, and I’ll be back in Seattle several times before the end of summer, but for right now I just need to drive.

Stay tuned, I’ll post as often as possible – as hotspots permit. 

If you would like postcards send me an email with your name and address and I’ll drop you a card when I hit major points along the road.

Thank you Jeffy and Mistress Sara, for letting me crash with you while I was in Seattle.  Thank you Sondra for giving me a safe haven for a few days and for helping me get out of my apartment in Portland.  Thanks Andymay for taking me to the Aquarium to play.  I’ll see you all soon!