travels kill the pen

I've been on the road a lot over the past 2 weeks. Anything that breaks up routine seems to disrupt my writing habits. I'm writing tonight from Medford, OR. Two more days here and then I'll spend the weekend with Ajai. After that, it's back home to return to no car and two weeks back in Charlotte until it's off to TX for a visit to Houston to work with the PP branch down there and also mix in a weekend escapade with John in Austin. That should work out great because the Austin City Limits Festival will be going on the weekend I'll be there. Kick Ass, more great music. I'll return from that trip and have another week in Charlotte before a long weekend and mini-vacation to Charleston with Katie and a friend of hers from Australia with his wife. That brings us up to October. Whew. There's a trip to Chicago with work in October, then in November there will be the Roche family Thanksgiving beach trip. December brings the holiday hoop-la's and a trip to C'ville to visit the fam, and that brings me up to 2005!

Anyway, back to the present, this trip is working out fine. I drove over to Jacksonville, OR tonight for dinner (about 10 mins from Medford). It's an old Gold Rush town that never really moved on. It was forgotten about when the railroad bypassed it for Medford and because of that, much of the town still looks like the 1890s. I walked around the town and then had dinner in a cool restaurant called Bella Union that unfortunately hired one of the worst waiters that I've ever had. Beyond Alex's horrible service, the food and atmosphere was great. Interesting encounter with the couple at the table next to me produced a half bottle of wine that I got to take back with me: Matthews Cellar: Yakima Valley Red 2000.

So, that's about all about where I am and everything. Hopefully between the travels I'll be able to pick up a car and get that whole car-jacking experience behind me. Looking at the Scion xB but it's probably just more a hobby than anything else. I really need to be considering something used and a little more practical. But then again, as Glen recently text messaged me: This is no time to be practical.