On Location

7-23-05
8:04 p.m.

The sky is clearer now, and the blue is breathtaking. Lindz took a picture of another billboard, this one saying “Be Polite”. I like those billboards. The speed limit is 75 miles per hour, which I find both crazy and exhilarating. We are about twenty minutes from Grand Forks.
[In this bit, I wrote about something very, very personal that I don’t feel comfortable posting online involving someone I know I love. You see, I don’t know exactly what sort of love I feel for this person, and I was getting frustrated.] Why don’t I KNOW?
Fourteen miles to Grand Forks, something like 164 miles to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. If I were not attending to other business, it would be conceivable to drive to Winnipeg tonight. I think that’s crazy. Distance is insane. It’s also crazy that I woke up in Iowa, and I’ll be going to sleep in North Dakota.
We just passed another billboard, “Be Kind”.
Seven miles now until cable TV, batteries for my poor CD player, and a nice shower. Good. I need to wash my face; you could probably burn a lamp with the oil on my skin.
I want to buy a field and restore it to prairie. Or maybe a patch of woods with a nice glade in the middle, where I can sit and write and talk to myself if I need to.
Across the way is another field full of houses. I can’t stand those houses, all so similar. When I “grow up”, I want a geothermally powered adobe house in Canada somewhere. I want it to be empty except for some bamboo mats, tea things, a camp stove, and me. That’d be nice.
We’re in Grand Forks.