Roadtrippy

More musings on the theme of moving from place to place on the planet by one means or another. I just checked my site meter, which could be lying or could truly show that someone in Rapid City, Rancho Cordova, Richmond Hill, Ansonia, Augsburg, Pretoria, Pomona, Portland, Petaling Jaya, Sofia, Skvde, San Diego, Brasilia, Buffalo, and the Bronx has recently visited this site. Those are all "real" places, physical locations in space as we know it, whereas this site is a place in a different sense, an electronic or virtual place, and where this line of thought is going I'm not too sure, except that it's neat to be able to go all those places without really, like going there.

Rhetorical pause.

Holy shit, I'm "in" Boston (on BostonPete.com) listening to a smooth jazz station that's playing a duet by Joe Cocker and Al Jarreau, whom I wouldn't have put together but it works, a couple of old dudes from different parts of the pop spectrum whose voices have morphed a bit over the years but are still doing what they do well, which is turn a song over and around and inside-out, in this case a song called "Lost and Found" about being in the wrong place at the right time, which fits the theme, doesn't it, so it wasn't a digression after all. I can't believe I'm listening to this stuff, and you know what, it isn't bad.

End of seemingly spontaneous segue. Beginning of saga.

The Return of Zelda
Part One: Intern Out

Last week my smart and hard-working daughter went to Georgia with her friend Zanna for a couple of family visits and some independent adventures. What is life for, but going away and coming back, being out on your own and then returning to re-establish contact. Her new car performed well; they got to see Aunt JoJo's new condo in Atlanta, hang out with cousin Bubba, and eat at an interesting Thai restaurant. Then they went to see Gven's mother in north Georgia and spend some quality time with the cousins. Lots of time to listen to Nanny's stories about this and that.

And the other thing.

Now she is back in central Swingstate, working away at her computer in her cube on the second floor of a big office building in America, learning about the use of images in the publishing business, art, history, geography.

A friend shared more tales of Iceland. Another friend just put his daughter on a plane for Tomsk (not far from Omsk) for the summer, and is on his way to New York for his son's wedding. Another friend from the same circle just sent his new e-mail and postal addresses from his new home north of Seattle. A co-worker is making arrangements to go to her niece's opening at a gallery in Chicago. Another co-worker is leaving in a week to move to New York to go to school. Another co-worker is leaving in a month to move to Boston to go to school. Another just got back from Italy, and another is in Arizona at this moment.

Not that any of this is unusual. It's summer, and people go places.