Dear faithful reader,
For starters, who are you? Aside from not yet realizing your identity, I feel I have let you down in missing my monthly update in July. I know you were probably crushed from the weight of not knowing what I had been up to, but if you can find your heart somewhere within your collapsed ribcage and inside it, find space to forgive me, I would appreciated it.
Beyond that, today is in fact day 13 of my month long sabbatical. If you can do the math (don’t forget July had 31 days), you can figure out both when it started and also when it will come to an end. The first week was spent in Dallas with my parents, and me playing tour guide and showing the wonders of the DFW metroplex. Since that is not an entirely complex process, we also took in San Antonio and Austin in rather adventurous day 4 of the previously alluded to sabbatical.
On day 6, after my parents experienced the wonders of Chipotle, they skipped town and I proceeded to pack up and get ready to split myself.
You have to read that last line with the proper inflection in order to understand what I mean, its like there’s a short pause between and ‘split’ and ‘myself.’
Try it again.
Anyway, day 7 involved my most epic road trip to date. Honestly it’ll be hard to top by an other man-penguin driving team. A little over 1200 miles in less than 18 hours, Dallas to Tampa driving from before dawn until after dark. Also, no stops over 20mins. And no more than one stop per 200 miles driven.
If there were a gauntlet here in this Starbucks, it would be lying (laying?) in a sorry state on the floor.
Speaking of sorry states, I think a Mooney just walked by outside. I would explain just who these followers of Sun Yung Moon are, but it’s entirely irrelevant to this particular blog post.
It was just worth mention because it was happening real-time as I was typing.
Just like the Coheed and Cambria concert happening across the street at Jannus Landing right now.
But again, irrelevant.
So anyway, day 8 and 9 involved waiting on my soul to catch up with my body, and once said adjusting took place the real vacation began to unfold. Lots of refreshing interaction with friends old and new, lots of reading, and lots of soul satisfying nourishment straight from the hand of God.
Days 10, 11, and 12 each had their own distinct flavor, but not a lot of geographic movement, mainly because my car had been unfortunately clicking a bit too often instead of starting up normally. Come to find out the wire from the battery to the started had experienced a falling away of sorts that involved a lot of corrosion.
Problem solved and hence the drive today down to St. Pete for a bit to enjoy the idyllic downtown area, and the further south to Venice to enjoy both Manasota Beach and Canopy Road.
However a thunderstorm had been forming and then loomed off in the distance threatening to infringe on my lighting for proper photography so I cut the beachtime short (also to avoid deep frying my insides) and then headed back to St. Pete to catch the Sunshine Skyway in the late afternoon sun that glistens ever so invitingly off Tampa Bay. I suppose at this time my lighting is dwindling into dusk and the rush hour traffic has diminished enough to drive back to Word of Life, so I think I’ll do just that.
But not before I use the bathroom.
Oh water, you get out of my bladder.