Today is Wednesday the 27th of November. Millions of turkeys are being murdered. I can’t do anything about that. Ritual is what it is. Not what I came to talk about today anyway. I’m heading out on Saturday in Rocinante II to seek a warmer setting in which to enjoy the next few months. I want to escape the cold and the dark and the desolation of The Castle. I want to go where the weather suits my clothes. I’m going to leave Boothbay and drive south and west. I hope to end up in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
My itinerary is set for the first third of the trip. Springfield, Massachusetts; Dover, Delaware; Jacksonville, North Carlolina; Sumter, South Carolina; and then to Cartersville, Georgia. After that it’s on to Katy, Texas and Santa Fe, New Mexico. More will be revealed. I am experiencing mixed feelings about this trip. I don’t want to travel as much as I just want to sit someplace outdoors and feel the warmth of the sun.
What I want to do is not necessarily what is best for me. To sit and relax and sip an adult beverage that maintains my inability to focus my eyes clearly is not in my best interest. I would love to be able to rope a horse and sit on its back while it gallops across the praire landscape. That would be very cool. I recall riding a horse through the chaparral in Hemet, California in the mid-seventies. I was with a friend of a friend who owned a small ranch. She liked me a lot and I was working on a regret for my future. We were on two of her horses pushing our way through the chaparral in the bright southern Californian sun. The heat, the company, the smell of the land was heady. That’s as close as we got to each other and that was my regret.
That was nearly forty-five years ago. I can still feel the strength of the horse under me, pushing through the brush and my gratitude for the fabric of my jeans. The power of large animals stuns the imagination. Well, no horses on this trip, as far as I know.
I’ll write more as the trip unfolds. I’m not out to build regrets for the future but you never know.
I will be stopping in Boston to bid ‘adieu’ to Nina and Tracy. I might go for ‘hasta luego’ instead.
Ciao,
Gentle George
27 November 2019
Playing Fair and Being Kind 
Thanks for the update Gentle George. I used to enjoy Maine winters and all the snow, but now I’m envious of you for your ability to drive away from it all.
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