Just for history

I don't have many pictures this year, and even less of myself! But I'm putting a few out here. It's been a tough year, but I like the current trajectory being in a positive direction.

From the Mountains to the Coast

"Come on," Beth said. "It will be fun." How many crazy ideas start that way? My friend had just suggested that we, two middle-aged Rubenesque women, should bike across the state of South Carolina. Never mind that we weren't bikers, nor that we had the right equipment, nor that we had ever biked across the neighborhood, much less the state. It would be fun.



Today marked the end of this three-day adventure, that had been six months in the making. We had been riding every week, building stamina according to some kind of training regimen that, Beth promised, would prepare us for the 270 mile trek. Theoretically we were also supposed to be going to the gym and training between rides, but I conveniently forgot that part most weeks. I did a little yoga when it was convenient, but otherwise, I relied on our weekly rides to condition me.



Tonight we arrived at Folly Beach, having left at the NC/SC state line just two days earlier. By leapfrogging each other, we took 10 mile segments, one riding while the other rested. On Day Two, her daughter Laura joined the team and added a shot of energy and endurance to the effort. Ten miles at a time we made it. We rode in the rain and wind. We waited out thunderstorms. We stuck it out when it seemed tedious, or onerous. We laughed a lot and encouraged each other every leg of the way. We faced a few dogs, lots of vultures, a possum playing possum, a friendly neighborhood shotgun incident, and getting lost. We smelled every kind of roadkill --possum, squirrel, frogs, vulture, snake, armadillo, deer, alligator, and many, many unidentifiable creatures -- and Beth even contributed (twice!!) to creating some. We noticed many plants in bloom: bachelor buttons, red clover, blackberries, wild roses, trumpet vine, wild iris. We noted roadsigns we would never have noticed if we weren't forced to slow down and read them: Do Right Lane, Peach Leaf Curl Road, Redemption Way. We learned how the topography and ecology and local flavor of the counties -- Greenville, Laurens, Greenwood, Saluda, Aiken, Orangeburg, Dorchester, Charleston -- differed from one another. We learned, if we had forgotten, that there are lots of ways to live happily. Sometimes the simplest things can be the most beautiful and satisfying... even just a long weekend, spent on a bike with a friend.

And she was right. It was fun.

So close to home

Thanks to Ruthie at synch-ro-ni-zing for this poem.

BECOMING MILTON
by Coleman Barks

Milton, the airport driver, retired now
from trucking, who ferried me
from the Greenville-Spartanburg airport
to Athens last Sunday midnight to 2:30 A.M.,
tells me about his son, Tom, just back
from the Gulf war. "He's at Fort Stewart
with the 102nd Mechanized, the first tank unit
over the line, not a shot fired at them.
His job was to check the Iraqi tanks
that the airstrikes hit, hundreds of them.
The boy had never even come up on a car accident
here at home, twenty-four years old. Can you
imagine what he lifted the lid to find?
Three helmets with heads in them staring
from the floor, and that's just one tank.
He has screaming flashbacks, can't talk about it
anymore. I just told him to be strong
and put it out of his mind. With time,
if you stay strong, those things'll go away.
Or they'd find a bunker, one of those holes
they hid in, and yell something in American,
and wait a minute, and then roll grenades in
and check it and find nineteen freshly killed guys,
some sixty, some fourteen, real thin.
They were just too scared to move.
He feels pretty bad about it, truthfully,
all this yellow ribbon celebrating.
It wasn't a war really. I mean, he says
it was just piles and piles of their bodies.
Some of his friends got sick, started vomiting,
and had to be walked back to the rear.
Looks like to me it could have been worked
some other way. My boy came through OK,
but he won't go back, I'll tell you that.
He's getting out as soon as he can.
First chance comes, he'll be in Greenville
selling cars, or fixing them. He's good at both.
Pretty good carpenter too, you know how I know?
He'll tear the whole thing out if it's not right
and start over. There's some that'll look
at a board that's not flush and say shit,
nail it, but he can't do that, Tom."

Where's my ark?

This is what greeted me behind in the back of my place this morning:



Zeus wonders where the nature trail went:

Really? I mean, REALLY?

Maybe it's just me, but I don't think God wants me to win. I mean, win what? And what if the guy in the car behind me is on the other side? Does God really waste his time picking sides? Jesus seems to suggest a different idea about winning and losing anyway... "whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it."

Living History

The Upstate History Museum opened an exhibit this morning entitled "Weaving Our Survival: Upcountry Stories of WWII". The exhibit features many oral histories, and my dad is one whose interviews are featured in the exhibit's interactive narration stations. He describes growing up in the Depression, signing up for the war, liberating concentration camps, Dachau, returning home, and how the war changed the course of his life. Of course, the editors had to leave out much of his 2 hour interview, but the portions they used are wonderful. They even used a quote from his interview to highlight on the wall of the exhibit:
"It's like you'd gone to hell, you know. And you had been really."

Kyle's Living Room

I love going to Open Studios every year. Over a hundred local artists open up their studios -- whether they are in their homes, garages, whatever -- for the public to come in and visit. It's a great chance to meet new people, learn about art and get exposed to local artists, and enjoy the great fall weather. Last night I visited Dabney's and Kyle's studios. I love Kyle's eclectic sense of decorating, her whimsy, her artwork, and her dear personality.

Unexpected Drive

Wonder what goes on at the end of this private drive that's so unexpected? This was my sighting of the day on my bike ride with my friend Beth. We did 16 miles.

Nov. 4: Friends: Father & Daughter

Nov. 2: Yellow

Nov. 1: Morning Light

Just a few faves from Halloween...

Halloween

End of the season

Last night was a disappointing end to a really wonderful season. While the Knights lost big (and had an injury), they know that they did a great job for the first season of football.

Beaver Dam Free Will Baptist Church

Along the ride....

My ride today....hopefully pictures will follow!

Plantation ruins

Day is done, gone the sun

Sorghum field at sunset.

A perfect day of solidude

About 2:00, I realized that I was living a perfect day. I didn't set out to, but it just unfolded that way. I have a lot going on in my life right now, things that aren't pleasant or enviable. There's a marriage that's dissolving, a child at war, another child who can't understand why the marriage is in the place it is. There's a job I lost 3 months ago, and a depleted account. There's a living situation that's up in the air. It's new territory everywhere I look. But those are the time when your soul gets stretched in good ways too. I'm learning to meditate, to pray more meaningfully, to know my own inner voice and to trust her. I'm more attuned to every day's reality.

Before our beach house is sold, I am enjoying a few days of job-hunting from here. Since everything's internet-based anyway, why not? Given the choice between a small dark apartment, or a roomy beach house.... hmmmm.... that's a tough one. I have had a few friends down, but for the most part, I've been alone. Solitude isn't unwelcome.

So back to my perfect day: I awoke at 5:00 am and went to lie out under the stars... it's so clear, and the Milky Way was perfectly visible, along with Orion, the Pleaides, and a multitude of other constellations. I went back to sleep, then made frech toast and bacon and coffee....my breakfast of choice. I walked Zeus on the beavch, then went for a bike ride to a nature preserve about 5 miles away. I rode around the loop of the preserve, and took a detour out to an isolated beach. There I took a swim and walked for about an hour. I finished the loop, and stopped for mint chocolate chip ice cream before coming back to the house. The doors are open, the temperature is perfect, the skies are cloudless. It just doesn't get much better.