Some nights, the only thing I want to do is drive.
A country road, or a four lane highway, either is good for me if the sky is bright with stars and moonlight. Sometimes I bring along a disc or two, and way back when I'd have a shoebox of old homemade casettes between the bucket seats. More often than not, I just idly slide through the dial, stopping when I hear a good song by The Wallflowers, Tracy Chapman, or Michael Penn. If I'm feeling really patriotic, I slip in a little Danny Michel or Luke Doucet to pass the time while I drive the double line.
It's definitely November. So many chilly days, the occasional flurry. I've been wearing Hush Puppies and a brown holey sweater, and I've grown earphones overnight. Music is taking over my life these days, and I can't believe that I've forgotten how often I'd listen to it, loud. Metric, Madonna, Michael Jackson, and the Bee Gees. Counting Crows, Aimee Mann, and Stone Temple Pilots. A bit of Queen, followed by David Bowie and some Stones to round it all out. I can't get no satisfaction, indeed.
I cut myself again tonight. I've got many scars by falling objects. This time it was a large, round glass fixture that hung from the ceiling. The bulb had burnt out and I tried to remove the fixture to change it, but it wouldn't give. It smashed somehow, and it fell on top of my arms and hands. I've got both bruises and cuts, and the cuts bled enough, but not so badly that I had to go to the hospital.
It's funny odd, not funny ha ha, that this sort of thing happens to me frequently. I once broke an aquarium by dropping it, and that time too, it landed on my arms and wrists. I didn't need stitches that time either, but it looked like it could have been a botched suicide attempt, the way the glass landed up and down my bared arms. Another time I closed a basement window too firmly, and it rained glass down and I now have dark jagged scars on the back of my hands from that accident.
I've always been a bit of a clutz though. I'm forever bumping my head on cupboard doors, or smashing my elbows on door knobs. I always wipe out in the wintertime, and won't ice skate for just that reason.
I've got a lump under my armpit, and am going to call the doctor first thing Monday morning. I'm sure it's just some minor thing, but it's round like a pea, and is occasionally painful. I found it this morning, pulling on a t-shirt over my head. I'm sort of worried, because, unlike in earlier years, I know I'm not invincible. And that's how I know that I'm becoming more of an adult.
But first thing first, tonight, after my sister comes home from watching the new James Bond flick, I'm going to load Kole in the Jeep and we're going to go for a ride. There's a celestial event that I don't want to miss.
"In 2006, Earth will be nearly twice as far away from the comet as opposed to 1969, but expectations are that as many as 100 to 150 Leonids may streak across the sky in only an hour’s time as we interact with that decades-old ribbon of debris again.
The expected time of peak activity is 11:45 p.m. EST on the night of Nov. 18."
from space.com