Home

Three distilleries and one entire day's length of driving, and we're home cat sitting for Mamagaard and Papagaard. Luckily for mis-fortune accounting, Hunter pressed us to get home a day early (work does not suck, but is rather demanding) because a flat tire caused us to use this, Washington's Birthday, as a time to celebrate middle-class American's in a way other than tippling our own personal sacred nectar: replacing tires at Costco.

Totally worth it.

Travel Makes Thoughts Bullet Points

- Hotels in Hollows: They don't exist. Didn't see one between routes 81 and 75.

- But what was really perplexing to me was Louisville itself. I have the impression it's a fantastic city, but right when it should be most beautiful, it chokes.

- Pappy Van Winkle. Disappointing? What's the deal?

- A good bartender makes all the difference. Especially for extroverts.

- lack of coffee shops. vice Michigan, what causes that? what is the attitude difference?

- So much time with Hunter is fun and nice.

Time will come for following up. For now, we're going to explore Frankfort (not named for the German town, so Hunter's idea bout eating frankfurters a la Lady and the Tramp is just not in theme), and drink at Buffalo Trace today. We may see the super rich Hong Kong residents we met yesterday.

:)

Drive, and Bardstown

Lists of annoyances and petty reviews aren't really worth anyone's time, so here is a list of things that have gone right so far:

Lunch with Curly

Sighting of frolicking lambs!

Sighting of bison (?!)

Cumberland Gap

Prettiness of snow, if it cannot be considered a road trip aid...

Skyfall in HD on an iPad. 

Today, I was determined to have a "really good day" of vacation, then realized determining that fact was pointless. So, if I don't see all I have come here to see, and do all I have come here to Kentucky to do, then, well, it's a wasted vacation no matter how I look at it. I might as well just like the two things I can see and do. 

Hunter could not be a better traveling companion because he euphemizes all my quivering lips and warbling-voiced agitations. This is all epic. 

Also, I think we're sleeping in a renovated jail tonight. 

Tomorrow

I've done the basic packing for a little trip. Back pack. lots of under, lots of socks, some inter-changeable shirts, one pair jeans, one pair sleepy pants.

I'll bring one pair of ostentatious earrings. Probably no pretty shoes or necklace. A first aid kit. Mascara.

It's almost tempting to pack more than one bag. Hunter and I are taking an entire car. We'll have all the room in the world. This affords me one basket of dried goods. It also means I can't plug Dido, my iphone, in. hrm. I've re-structured the music scene lately. Thanks to getting this sweet new Dell lap top, courtesy of IT at The Company, I've had to restructure just about everything. It, for the first time, was not fun.

Anyway, Music. I've found old files from various places and four distinct external hardrives (none held the poetry backlog of Kiddo's juvenile genius). They are all consolidated in an iTunes folder outside The Company server.

Then I bought some Johnny Flynn. Look to the Gelatin Hour for a review at some point.

Kiddo's brain starts to wonder at the proliferation of names dropped in daily life. How separate are we from
A) village life
B) the suburb norm of America circa the last generation

Anyway, Music. Johnny Flynn is blowing my blonde little mind, and I'm super excited -- I just bought blank CDs from the CVS on my corner mid-commute, and can burn some for drive. 

Loss

Perhaps this is conceit, and perhaps it is "a sign," but great men were not often so humble, so defeatist to allow great loss of work to stop them recreating it.

There is, somewhere in the world, a thumb drive or external hard drive that still holds every poem, essay, novel chapter, dialogue, monologue, travelogue and diary entry I have written. It is just not resident under my  super sweet roof.

Except the Bourbon Book, which is still in a simple 10k word dribble on this particular computer. Which is fortunate, because that trip is scheduled to embark this Wednesday. That's four days away. I had better get that freaking structured, and fast!