I’m all for things speeding along when you have an important destination, but the way time has been zipping along lately…Sigh. Stop, please? Because it seems like it was just January, just Christmas and now, well, its practically Fall at this rate and then Next Thing You Know I’m gonna be 50, then 60, then retired and I’m JUST NOT READY. So slow down already? Please? Double sigh.
I’m sitting in Lovely La Grande, Oregon at the Sandman Inn listening to ABBA on You Tube and wondering why I bothered to bring my external hard drive WITHOUT the USB cable which I very much remember packing. Can I sigh again? Geez Tracy. So. No music. No files. No Quick Books. No work that can be done.
There is something really fabulous about Small Town America. I know, I know. Cliche. I love a big city. Most folks that know me would probably say “Get thee to Seattle, STAT”. Or Portland. Or Vancouver.
The only time I’ve ever really spent in a Lil’ Town before La Grande was Fort Morgan, Colorado – where my grandparents lived. Nifty place. I remember seeing The Fugitive at the theatre where my grandparents went on a date. Grandma told me that. I never spent much time with my grandparents. Colorado – Washington. What do you do? But I remember Fort Morgan, the summer thunderstorms, the Platte River that my dad played in growing up, the landscape…..
So La Grande. Its absolute desert the entire drive. Ugh. Until about 30 miles out. You climb an amazing “hill”, trees, green, and the drop into a still green valley.
And when you stand in line for popcorn at Shrek III the gal in front of you says “How are you?” and you say “Great” and wonder how you could possible know this person and she says “I work at the Chinese restaurant – I was your waitress” and you think – DANG that was like A MONTH AGO. And something so simple makes you quite happy.
So I’ll sigh again and head out for coffee at Starbucks. There are some things you can never escape.