I still haven't seen the Rockies other than from above while flying over them to the west coast...
I find that there is a beauty to the flat farmlands in northwestern Illinois...
When I went to Fort Wayne I was so excited to be IN the squares. You know how you fly over them but then land in a city? This time we dove straight into the squares!
And I discovered why the people of Indiana love their race cars so much -- you drive around on those wide, flat, empty, open-viewed roads and you STILL have to obey the speed limit. It's brutal. Going to the racetrack is nothing less than catharsis.
I figure its not paradise if my puppy isn't there.
I like oceans, mountains, desert, woods, green hills and brown hills.
Yeah, I love all these things too. And flat farmland on occasion. The
idea
of living in the interior, though? Freaks me right out. It makes me feel claustrophobic.
I totally had the East / West ocean confusion when I moved to SF after living my whole life on the east coast. But the worst was moving to Greensboro and having NO body of water by which to navigate. Finally, I realized that I could think of the train tracks as a river and orient myself that way.
Poll: Do you expect to meet your pet in an afterlife?
'Yes' is winning, at 70.5%.
So, with no option for us, those of us who don't believe in an afterlife can go screw, huh?
Because just answering NO on that poll implies quite a few things that are not true in my case.
If there is an afterlife, I expect Amarna to be waiting at me at the gate, meowing to get fed.
Getting a lot more rain now, although still not enough to take it past moderate rainstorm status. (The sky's still light gray, fer cryin' out loud!) There's a bit more wind blowing, but *knock on wood* we still haven't lost the satellite, power, or internet.
I just with the bloody storm would go already. I should open a manuscript file and try to work.
Yeah, you're deprived of fully expressing yourself in a meaningless poll. It's brutal.
I'm wondering - if our pets go to heaven, how about all the animals I ate? Maybe in heaven I'll run into a cow who'll say, "Dude. You ate me." And I'll be all, "Sorry. But I was hungry. And if it makes you feel any better, you were very tasty."
My sister got so used to having hills and mountains around her in Seattle that she freaked out over coming back to visit Chicago several years ago. Driving into the city on the Eisenhower and seeing the skyscrapers downtown from fifteen miles away really startled her. In Seattle, you don't see the city until you round the corner of the hill and it's right there in front of you.
