the finale was super this year, as I lay in the top bunk of my motor home and listened to the dogs in the front seat below me and next to me. one breathing and glad to be hip to hip with his 'mom' as every one calls me who sees how he dotes and protects my every move (and I protect him from them and stuff he could be harmed by)...
I vowed to bother to get up and get my camera and video the next one I see with my phone...
I lay there buzzing on steroidic pharmaceuticals from the poison ivy, poison oak, etcetera that may have been tossed into my yard by the demented farmer and his wife the farmer's daughter (both closed head injury cases) who would like nothing better than to see me move and own my property lock stock and barrel. I would like to show them a way around all their problems with a crude introduction to my barrel, but that's a lousy joke, idnt it.
but...and...as I was saying the finale was spacial. It was worth getting up and getting my camera,phone,video making thing but I was dizzy and tired on my cortico steroidal drug induced comatose wierd.
meanwhile, even as I lay there before the show began, next to the tracks, I was, the dogs lying next to me on the bunk above the front seats, wondering why we were sitting next to the road, and beside the tracks, what should lumber along but a train with one hundred and 8 cars heading due west...not ten minutes later another lumbered this way and heading due east carried one hundred and 20 of what looked like coal cars or something brighter and shinier in a hurry toward the dawn but maybe 8 hours earlier than the sun would peek out first from under and then over and above the Blue Water Bridge of my heart.
simultaneously, or very nearly, my own dear husband (my friend Janet called hers her hasbeen, I recall) was trundling along toward Haven minding his own business engineering his train and doin the best he can as is his wont when what should hove into view but some dude aged 71 beelining for the intersection his train was about to cross. Couldn't stop. Who could? No one, that's who. Dead man. If it wasn't a suicide the guy may have had a heart attack or stroke. My man is home trying to keep it together.
His second critical incident.
Tough guy, my man.
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