I am going on the road…this ought to inject some freshness in my writing…I’m visiting my sister, her husband and their new baby in Tucson, AZ…I can’t wait.
And I don’t want to go. I have extreme flight paranoia since 9/11. Unreasonable, I know, but I’m sure the thought of 9/11 on 9/10 would have been unreasonable too.
Plus, I am paranoid Beth and Jake will be hurt while I’m gone. My two biggest fears at press time are 1. them getting hit by cars–they’re still prone to dash out into streets and parking lots… 2. car accidents.
Oh, yeah, 3. fires. In the last five months, two families close to me, in proximity and emotionally have had their homes gutted by fire. I’ve always been afraid of it, but with these two instances, it ignites my thoughts way too much…Anyway, intellectually, I know everything will be great–I’m essentially going on vacation. I’ve only been alone once in the last four years…what am I, crazy???? Yes, in a way, yes.