And to Mendocino I went today. Wrote about the heat in my new notebook, the one I took from the SRJC Eng Dept copy room. It was so intense I was nearly convinced, thoroughly, that I was going to get sick on the ride home. But on notes more uplifting, I only have official transcripts to send them, then I actually exist, or am “a real person” as the HR lady, Nicole, put it. I did place a tentative book order, though, and did settle on the books just disclosed in a recent entry: Feast, Road, Wolff’s stories, and Me Talk Pretty by Sedaris… Being on the Road today, as I was when commuting to Solano in Fall ’10 brought back not just memories but values, a world view I haven’t had since before Jack came into my play. And all in a positive way. The drive north, to Ukiah, taking a little over an hour at my slow speed, giving me mountains, a little river peek, vineyards, clouds, intense green then the barren… It’s the Road, or as much as I can experience now. But I’m doing it again! I am! A freeway flyer. And I used to have the pessimist’s stump in my mental, since I let the wrong people infect me. But not this time. I’m in a true 35 Lark, honoring so many of my Laws, my new notes… And I couldn’t be happier. Yes, I know it’ll make for days long, so long, torturously. But I’m set to be more regimented than I’ve ever been. The days of wine’s world and industry in this writer’s wheeling ward are nearly executed. Today’s drive made me feel independent… FREE! Just what JK would want for me.
Tonight’s session with the ‘100’ section went well, more than “well”.. it was energized, and I know they have to take control of this final assignment in a way they never have with the others, or with anything else they’ve done with other classes. And that makes me.. I don’t know if “proud” is the word I’d zoom, but something like it, I guess. Or how about ‘subtly supercilious’? It made me feel good. Healthy. Alive. And again, after my drives, even more FREE. Little Kerouac, fell asleep with unusual diplomacy tonight. Which is wonderful, I want to run tomorrow morning after Ms. Alice. She registered me for the ‘Healdsburg Half’. So now there’s no turning back. Have to get on a training program. And I love that feeling, the commitment on MY bloody terms. The sounds this house makes always distract me, and I don’t know why. I don’t believe in the supernatural anything, but I just get spooked when it’s too quiet. But then so oddly and contradictorily I only long for quiet, like a couple Saturday nights ago when I was charging at the Reserve Cab, in the kitchen nook– And I hope I’m awake tomorrow before Alice leaves, when it IS quiet, so I can add to the 40 pages, for the first of the series.. don’t want to call it a ‘penny dreadful’, but something like that, just more substance, more Literary, more hope and Humanness I guess. And the coffee, that’ll always be in this writer’s morning recipe.