While Pokey & Badger had lunch, I lounged in FridaKahlo splendor in the parkinglot smokin and readin the metric system book I’d snatched at the library sale — on account of, I had started noticin every singlebingle computerly measurement of anything is always metric so hmm seemed like a good idea. Cohorts returned to truck refreshed and recharged, & we had a small pow-wow about hmmm where to now? I got dropped at the postoffice whilst Pokey & Badger continued on to the laundrymat, then walked across the street to cybercafe where I had a wowser time listenin to all the audio files my dear highspeed friends send me from time to time, and checkin out the videos the dittos ditto, and like that. Meanwhile I was writing one of these posts, which hmm was too much multi-tasking for me, so I blasted out for a smoke and had just realized okay I’m done for now when Pokey came rumblin along in the truck, announcin it had started right up, yahoo! I declined a ride to the healthfood store, and strolled over there feelin in my pockets for my list. Then I remembered oh right I didnt have a list because I was too wound up about cybercafe and library sale opp to write a list.
So we all did the food shoppin together which was helpful cause I was gettin tired and cranky — but aha! I remembered there was a bottle of water from home in the cab. But oho! It was pretty hot in the cab and so was the water! But yeeha I was really thirsty so I drank wo more than my share and then got to drink the rest when cohorts both declined due to “Eeyuew, hot water, no thanks!” Then we loaded the food in the truck and drove to the laundrymat and folded all the clothes and Badger did the packing of the load so that nothin else would blow out and hoorah we didnt have to stop at the gas station so just headed outta town, homeward bound.
I had perked up quite a bit after drinkin the water, so was not even lyin down but rather propped up so I could write in my notebook as we zoomed along when *** startlingly and precipitously*** the spare tire came zooming fast ran over my belly rebounded from the back of the cab, and fell on its side. So I laughed all the way to our turnoff onto the dirt road. Then we had a little pause while Badger exclaimed how impossible it was that the tire could have escaped the milkcrates & laundrybags & whatnots she had positioned between it and me, and I was a crappy correspondent cause I was writin in my notebook and didnt see what happened…..And Pokey asked if I was hurt and all that, and then we all got distracted by a stand of elderberries we forgot lived on that stretch of road, which’s a big important deal because Pokey and Lolly make elderberry wine and are always on the lookout for likely harvest-spots.
So that’s how Pokey and Badger and I carpool. All the dragon permutations do it different. I know a lotta the permutations cause I dont drive so I always go to town with at least one other dragon. A lotta folks in the hereabouts carpool, not so much for goin to work but for towntrips. Do you?
July 3, 2008 at 6:39 am |
Ha – now I’m laughing at how you and I have carpooled in the past. Here you are thinking that you’re going on a simple shopping trip there and back but as I was on about exploring the return trip ended up being a bad rendition of Mr. Todd’s Shortcut riding through the farmland north of Bethlehem. Where were we going? No clue but as it was in the general direction of home…
You may have noticed that I do the same thing now with transit (and, incidentally, by bike – the ultimate means of finding Mrs. Todd’s Urban Shortcuts) but as the transit routes are a little better planned out than my own driving routes, the routes aren’t as circuitous.
July 3, 2008 at 6:56 am |
We carpool into town, but a bunch of us fold into a Ford Focus, so nobody would fall out. And then halfway there, everyone find something cool to look at and says to me, “Mom! Where’s the camera?” which I forgot again.
If I do bring the camera, then we don;t see nuttin.
July 3, 2008 at 9:48 am |
when we lived in the woods without transportation – we could get a ride to town by standing out by the road early enough to catch someone on their way to work or errands. Getting home was harder, especially if we had stuff to carry.
Laundry was done in the tub in the back yard and hung on the line and books were the rarest thing to obtain. No used book store or library in town – there was a share rack at the diner – bring a book and take a book – but no one else read sf.
We hung the walls with packing pads that we got at auction for almost nothing cause they were ripped in places to insulate the room – That worked very well.