Impatience!

‘Tis a short week here in cubicle land. Early Friday morning, Ryan and I are headed to my old stomping grounds of West Virginia for the weekend for the annual up-in-the-hollow 4th festivities. This year the urban truckster will be packed to the gills, as Kelly and Jason are joining us, along with Brucey in the back. I even bought one of those canvas toppers for the truckster, so we can stow our luggage above, allowing more room for people, dog, and the necessary beverages inside (Our beer selection is limited out on the Shortline, to say the least).

I am always excited to bring new people to Jacksonburg, especially people who have never experienced the isolated, rural beauty and desolation of deep Appalachia. Kelly and Jay are born and bred Baltimorons... true city people, raised in the flat land of rowhouses, beltways, and crabs. It will be a treat to expose them to the joys of my youth, and I know they will fit in perfectly with my family and friends.

As many of you know, Kelly and Jason are both musicians, and can sing like birdies – Kelly in the Bellevederes, and Jason in his band Among Wolves. And since my family is all music lovers and musicians, many holidays devolve into a group sing-along (some more successful than others). So Dave has been advised to bring a few extra guitars to ensure there are enough to go around.

I also get to see, for the first time, my parents’ new log cabin they are building up on the high field near the head of the hollow. They are constantly keeping me updated with pictures, but I cannot wait to see the real thing, get an idea of the size and scale of their long-awaited two bathroom (!) home.

Brucey will get to run free and be fed until his stomach is in danger of explosion, and I can’t wait to see how the more mature, fully grown version of Bruce will interact with Max, Mark and Tammy’s shepherd mix, and quite possibly, the best four-wheeler herder of all time.



As a result of the upcoming weekend adventures, my brain is slowing more and more. I am losing focus and am constantly daydreaming, planning, and modifying my to-do list. It is not helping that I have an avalanche of work ahead of me, but at this point it is sitting on the precipice, just waiting to drop onto my plate, but not quite ready, so here I sit, just barely enough work to keep me busy, yet knowing the mayhem is imminent. It will probably hit Thursday, when my brain is completely useless and I have 50 errands to run before the evening is through.