Realities Setting In I had planned to be on the road by now, but several things happened. It started raining when we were in the middle of loading. My largest trunk is leather bound and not in the best condition to begin with. After leaving it on our balcony once when it barely drizzled, it practically disingrated. I ended up drying it as best as I could and then slathering it with leather conditioner and massaging it in for hours, I certainly didn't want to have to do that again. I also promised Cindy that I wouldn't leave the house a mess. Time Is On My Side For now at least; I plan to view the solar eclipse which takes place around noon on August 21st at "Carhenge" , located near Alliance, Nebraska, which is 1,361 miles away, basically 21 hours of driving. I have made it from Los Angeles to Montreal which is 2800 miles in distance in less than 3 days and in the winter. But that took driving well over the speed limit for hours on hours and driving back to back 20 hour days with just a couple of hours of sleep. I was younger and even crazier then. It's not a feat I care to repeat. Blindsided
I've never had allergies in my life. That is until now. And it is kicking the life out of me. If I take medicine, regardless of how non-drosy, day-time, etc. etc. the label might say, if I take an allergy pill it shuts me down or at the very least has renders me to crawling around, napping and basically waiting for it to wear off, at which point the blood shot eyes, sneezing, coughing, hacking to the point of almost throwing up kicks back in. I took Prince for a walk and saw the cause of my misery. Our local park had planted dozens of local grasses. They are beautiful to behold. But to me they are like kryptonite. Usually I am not in Atlanta at this time of year. I am typically up in Mammoth Lakes, California for Skye's Shakespeare camp, but since she has outgrown that, literally she in now too old to attend, but there is a chance that she may decide to go as a camp counselor, but honestly I think she has left that part of her life behind, much to my regret. It was always a good excuse for me to escape the heat and humidity and now I realize the hay fever of Atlanta.
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AuthorJon Danniells is an adventurer and traveler, a teacher and student, a husband and a father, a cook and a farmer, a "week-end warrior" (very amateur athlete) and has not earned any money on these labors of love.When I googled myself what showed up first was my IMDB listing, which is basically a resume for my 20 and then some year career in film, for which I fortunately do get paid. Archives
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