lilgryphon: (Ari)
( May. 15th, 2009 10:32 pm)
So I've been home for a few days, and been trying to catch up on things, mostly over on my deviantart account. I've been trying to wade though around 500 pictures, which you can imagine has been very time consuming. I'm still not working though, so at least I've had time to accomplish a bit.

The trip was awesome, we drove up through Idaho and spent our first night in Oregon, along with most of the following days (although one night was in Washington simply because we had crossed the Columbia River). Unfortunately we had a lot of rain the first few days, and not just the normal Oregon drizzle, we also got caught in a few downpours. Some highlights of Oregon were the Multnomah Falls and the Sea Lion Caves. I also loved the picturesque Oregon Sand Dunes. I used to visit Sand Dunes a lot in Utah when I was a kid, but never near a body of water before!

After Oregon we moved on to California and had an amazing campsite overlooking the ocean.  We also visited the Redwood Forest, but it was so overcast that day that none of my pictures turned out that great.

The end of our trip had us drive through northern Nevada, which was pretty uneventful. We did stop at the "Shoe Tree" which was interesting to say the least, I'll be adding those pictures up to my account probably tomorrow.

Although it was fun, it was great to get home. I really missed my husband and our babies. Miley and Ari have hardly left me alone since I've been back. Today I've been spending a lot of time writing, and of course, on a new project. I'll post the beginning after I get this up.

I think that brings everything back to up to date, lets see if I can do better at keeping it that way.

lilgryphon: (Ari)
( May. 15th, 2009 10:49 pm)
I don't really know where I'm going with this yet. I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that I just couldn't shake, so I figured it was time to write it out. I have a bit more of this already done, but I thought I'd start by posting just the beginning as I don't really have another stopping point yet.

    For the last thirty-two hours I had been desperately trying to block out memories that were once again threatening to overtake me as I was rushing to find my way through the Los Angeles airport. Memories that I thought I had dealt with, ones that no longer caused pain when they surfaced. It didn’t help that this was my first flight, and my stomach was already feeling a bit queasy at the thought. God, I’d be thirty by the end of the year, and still, I had never set foot on an airplane. It wasn’t fear, exactly, I had just never had reason until now to get on one. I preferred the ground, and in honesty if I had the time to drive to Boston I would have done so, and damn the days it would have taken to get there. While I was thinking of honesty, I should have reminded myself I was in no condition to be driving that long stretch of highway.

    Thankfully I found my terminal, just as they called for final boarding, no less, I didn’t have the time or patience to wait for a second flight. After stowing my small carry on I practically fell into the empty isle seat, not thankful that the others around me were already occupied. I would rather be alone.

    Wanting to discourage talk, and also wanting to find something to distract my mind, I fished for my small music player in my worn shoulder bag and pulled on the headphones. I switched it on, and waited for whatever randomized song would play as the plane began its way down the runway. The sound of classic Chris Ledoux filled my ears as we took off, something no one would have guessed from my outside appearance. Country music was the one thing from my childhood I never escaped, and never had the desire to do so. Over the years it had developed and changed, and I welcomed the newer songs as well as those I had grown up with, but rarely listened to anything that couldn’t somehow be classified as country.

    Books and magazines began to appear once we were in the air, others trying to find something to occupy their time for the six-hour flight. Inwardly I cursed, vividly picturing my own paperback on my nightstand of all places. I had hastily dog-eared a page right in the middle of a particularly interesting chapter after the call. Once I had flipped my cell shut the intrigue of a murder mystery had left me, but now I could only wish I had it in front of me again. I shifted my weight, trying to find a comfortable position in a chair that was anything but comfortable. My long legs were already cramped from the closeness of the passenger in front of me, and I became resigned to the fact that I wasn’t likely to find comfort until after we had landed.

    A particularly lively song ended, and was replaced by a slow tune I instantly recognized with a jolt after the first few notes. Out of some 1,500 songs it had to stop at this one, the one that always reminded me of Phillip from the first time I had heard it. No matter where I was, what I was doing, he always seemed to suddenly be there, and this time was no different. I should have skipped it, moved on to the next track, but instead I shut my eyes and let the memories come.


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