update/mashup

well friends, time has happened.

and now, i come back to writing these words, from a different place/time, from indiana. the house of the parents of my parent. are they me in part, or me less diluted?

anyway, enough of questions i don't need to ask. i have left gesundheit! for a time, but i hope to go back. that hope will be fulfilled tomorrow. while there in october, i talked with Meira about a possible road trip to anywhere, and so, here i am, about to begin it.

(by the way, gesundheit! was incredible and there are pictures on facebook as well as flickr, for anyone who seeks them. email me if You want more stories of the time, and more stories than i have given You here.)

we wanted to take a trip to see beautiful places and talk with beautiful people, and november is a free month for us. so we are going.
first i'll return to gesundheit! to pick Meira up, and stay for a couple days to help work on the new and much-needed bridge or any other projects (i'm not sure). and then She and i will go down to boone nc to visit the school there, and then to asheville and after that we have slighter notions. maybe ga, fl, wi, anywhere we have the money and the time to go. thanksgiving comes soon, so that marks the sortof end to our trip. maybe we will pick it up later on sometime, 5 months or 5 years from now who knows.

so
,
that
is that

internets will be infrequent maybes for a while at least for november. so don't get mad at me if i don't write back to Your wall post on facebook or somethng banal like that. You can write me patient waiting letters too if You like.

Loves,
-caleb-

i'd like to end this time we've had together, albeit delayed and electronic, with some lyrics from John Denver/James Taylor that seem appropriate for the occasion:

take country roads, lend me the highway home.
your name, the place i belong--
your west virginia, my mountain mama, and the
way home.

the country roads seem to be the same
mountain mama, don't. understand, it's been
a fool way, natural, i can feel it.
where i've been,
i reckon, all you good girls and feet
know where you want to go.
the heavenly band pass that way.
the heavenly band pass that way again.
why or when, it's bound to be
one and the same.