| Thursday March 28th 2002 I don't know what the weather report says, but it looks like good driving weather outside. I'm all packed and ready at home, just have to gas up and get something to eat on the road. Got my music all picked out to keep me awake. This is the sort of situation where I've reason to regret not being a coffee fan - guess I'll settle for pop or hot chocolate. Getting drowsy is my one driving worry this evening, barring a sudden snowstorm. It'll take nine hours to get to my parent's place up north, but I've done it before in worse condition and survived to tell the tale. No matter how many times I tell myself it's a stupid thing to dwell one, I keep extrapolating what the young lady I met online is like in person based on our one phone conversation. I don't think you really get to know someone until you meet them for real and hang out for a while. Until then you're left thinking 'this could be the one'; then you think 'I'm being pretty reckless - what if she's actually like.... ' Back and forth, back and forth. All I can really do is say again I'd like to meet her and try not to assume anything I don't know. She was pretty great to talk to, though :) I've tried to finish reading this book I've borrowed from my parents in time to return it to them ('Klondike' by Pierre Berton), but I'm not quite going to make it unless I find time to finish it up over the weekend while I'm there - not out of the question, I suppose. It isn't that it hasn't been interesting, it's just my imagination has been flighty recently and I suddenly remember I'm supposed to be reading while my mind has been drifting off somewhere else for the last fifteen minutes. Between work, a new apartment, divorce settlements and the new gal, I've had a lot to occupy my mind. Nonetheless, I do definitely recommend it. I've read other stuff about the Klondike before ('Journey' and 'Alaska' by James Michner; 'The Golden Trail' by Pierre Berton, and 'I Married the Klondike' ostensibly by his mother), but this is the definitive volume. This is the sort of reading I was talking about the other day that puts the little traveling bug in me. I'd like to see the Chilkoot Pass, maybe even try climbing it if they let you, and the train ride over the White Pass would be cool assuming there's any passenger cars. It'll die off after I start reading something else; guess I should read Michner's 'Hawaii' again... |