Woke this morning to the smell of wood burning on a pit, heat and humidity and the ocean air, later will be the sweeter smells of BBQ and other fixings. In the last few nights before drifting off to sleep hearing distant – not so distant- cracks of the early signs of fireworks, summer is in full start. Trace is in his element when it comes to fireworks, probably buying as much as his truck could hold. He and Michelle plan on camping out on the island point all night shooting fireworks and whatever comes with shooting fireworks.
Packed my bags and made sure to have the essentials: money, debit card, cell, cell charger and sunglasses. That’s all that is needed, really I packed a few more items but it’s nice to travel light on bike rides.
We plan on having a grad run of it this year, going into the mountains of Georgia, over to the Smokies of Tennessee a small run into Alabama then over to Mississippi I shouldn’t make it home until Tuesday. I’ve been looking forward to it since – yesterday afternoon -- would have been last Wednesday but due to circumstances beyond my control that was not to be. I plan on making sure to keep a good journal of this trip, I have a feeling this may be the last one for us.
However, yesterday morning I gave Jacks a call to make sure the problem he text me about earlier was working out for him. He rumbled a “yeah and thanks” and we spoke and worked our own problems out. I hate to argue with my brothers, I am a fighter by nature; I don’t take shit from anyone, my temper is short and my patience even shorter when it comes to controversy. It’s either a “Yes” or “No” in life to me, no room for “Maybes”.
He text me later to say he would be joining us on Friday morning for the beginning of the ride then a call. Listening close you could hear a slight sadness in his voice but a want to be with us as well. I know it’s hard to tear yourself away from the ones you love, but it’s a part of life and only makes coming home better. So this morning I set out, only stopping in the office for a brief check of everything and out the door I go to Atlanta.
If you plan to be out and about this year, drive carefully, watch out for bikers and keep your fingers away from the lit fireworks! Have a happy holiday.....
(Thanks Jess)
Some Blahisms
- Mark That Blah Guy
- Southern man, dealing with life and what it may throw at him.
3 comments:
So I was talking to a friend of mine this evening, and we were recalling old memories; people we haven't talked to in forever, drama fests, etc. We were discussing how much we have both changed, and we wondered how much other people have grown. As we were discussing the old times, your blog came up in the conversation, and needless to say, we both typed in your xanga blog's address (one i might add that we have etched into our memories from being religious readers quite some time ago)and started reading, each entry sparking memories that were long forgotten. A conversation of "Omg remember when's" was put into order immediately. And then we decided to follow the link to this site, and again we started reading.
I have to admit, I felt like such an intruder, I got this nervous feeling like my stomach was in knots. I felt like a huge stalker, like reconnecting with old friends without them even knowing. I laughed at certain entries and others made me tear up, as your xanga posts had done years ago.
Incase you're wondering how I know who you are and whatnot, I used to be a friend of Jacks', back on that silly little habbo site. I honestly thought I had an incurable addiction to that site.
It doesn't feel like it was so long ago, I can recall certain conversations word for word in my mind. I remember talking with you and Amy one night, I had this giant smile across my face when I read that you two were still together, it's simply amazing what you two have been through together.
Anyways, I've written quite a novel for you ;), please don't think I'm some crazy stalker woman, I was just really happy to read your blog, and know that you're all well. :)
Take care.
Have a happy 4th Danie, all the way from Atlanta, I think you are from Canada although.
On top of the blog I plan on posting here about the trip, you’ve sparked another thought in my head. Glad to see you and your friend followed the site, happy to have you both here. Enjoy the reads, comment as much and long as you like. Most do but are too “chicken” to post them and choose the e-mail link instead.
Off to hit the road, hoping it doesn’t hit me back!
Hope you had a fun 4th of July.
It's good to hear Trace is happy and still has himself a girly.
You better have been safe if you lit of fire works, those things are so dangerous. (Which I'm sure you know) Personally, I won't go within 50 feet of them.
I hope to read an entry on how your trip and biking went when you get back.
:)
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