Happy 2nd birthday to MegaTokyo!!!

The Drive Home: A True Story

Tonight the moon defied definition. Hovering a seeming two feet off the ground, a crescent of what would have been a harvest moon also defied every streetlight, neon sign, and angry driver flickering their recently installed blue halogen headlights at clueless seniors in Chryslers and Buicks. I was transfixed on the moon, letting my periphery vision find the half-dim Boston Market that signals my right turn off of the six-lane highway. Red and white, red and white, and turn.

With the moon behind me, my attention was caught by the towering teeny-bopper dance club that has made it's home amongst a bridge club and a former sewer plant turned industrial park (now housing the dualing intrests of FedEx and UHaul...of course, these are only dualing intrests on a meta level). If only the loyal patrons knew that their trip past the velvet rope offered a little less prestige than elsewhere in the sunshine state. I had little time to think about this when I noticed that their neon sign was missing the first letter, thus creating a word that revealed more about the clientele than they'd even think to be coy about.

But nothing could shake the thought that followed me all the way home: is it every boy's dream to find a secret passage? It was mine. It still is. While others check houses for dust or for small things to lift from the owners, I check paneling and small doors (that inevitably lead to air conditioning filters or the even less interesting air conditioning units) for dark tunnels in which I may find something...anything.

Today was one of those rare days which seem to last forever...and I didn't mind (in fact it's over much too soon).

The day started with panic--would I get to church on time? The answer: just barely. In between flat-handed swats at the side of my car's console (to get both sides of speakers working) and plugging and unplugging my portable CD player (to, well, get THAT working), I found time to speed down a street with speed bumps spaced every ten feet.

I caught air on a few.

From panic to comfort: got to sit with the parents at church. It was a sweet service--God as our rock, our solid place. The hymns were old, but packed with meaning. I spent some time picturing each hymn writer jotting down some words in a carriage, maybe some words on a ship to a foreign country (I'm kind of giving away the fact that we sang out of the really old hymnbooks).

From comfort to contentment: Mom's cooking. We had two families over for lunch. Both are very dear to us. No talk of gutting or bleeding animals (see post a few days back for reference).

From contentment, well, I went back to reality: finished the day with laundry and refilling the work wordrobe. Blah. I have to iron everything tomorrow. That was one good thing about working for the GAP--we were actually encouraged to wear t-shirts and jeans. =)

Rounded off the wonderful, productive day by watching "Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring" with my parents. It was music to my ears to hear my mom say, within minutes of the beginning of the movie: "Wow! You could make so many analogies to spiritual things from this!"

Art lives. I think I'll have good dreams tonight.