Ram? Goat? Both?

This painting has absolutely captivated me.....

If only there was a nun or a plant. :)

Such neat things.

We drove into New Heartford and passed this amazing church on Route
44. We are somewhere between Norfolk and Simsbury. The stonework and
stained glass was of such amazing craftsmanship..... I should find out
more.... Google?

Swimming!

Ah which way... Earth or water?

Swimming, part tres

Magnifique! Lizzie and Baba try to coax dharma dog into the cool h2o!

Swimming, part deux.

And this is the view from the pool.

Whoo hoo!!

Swimming

What an amazing pool on the hill. Feels like h*ome.

NYC!

Ok, so only site seeing so far, underground bus terminal. At least
the air is inert and non-diesel and non- body odor! For that, I'm so
grateful.

STOLEN: my mandolin :(

So, first stop.... Cincinnati. Went pee. Mandolin, went missing.
Frantically, I searched. Empty- handed and lighter was I.

Did the usual, alerted staff, walked around and looked for someone
still in the station, no dice. Got back on the bus and mourned.

They called me off the bus to look at security footage (neat!!) and
sure as snot from a first-grader in January, there he was. A white,
50yr old man slinging my mandolin over his shoulders and off the bus.
Asshole.

But by Columbus, I have let that anger go and have realized that my
insurance deductable is about the cost to replace my baby, so its
kinda a moot point and well, no police report was filed. And I don't
miss my bus.

So, I hope he finds my notebook in the case and reads some of my poems
and other material and realize that karma may be something for him I
learn and observe. Do unto others....

Peace and light.

angie
~sent from the tele.

.... And so it begins.

Just after 11am, the screeching wheels of ms. Katy's spy-mobile comes to a halt and I'm loading up my bags for an adventure.... To NYC and beyond.

My estimation and the greyhound schedule suggests this trip to be about 22 hours.  I'll have a few layovers, but ultimately, the $126 ticket will be well worth it, with petrol prices the way that they are and the current non-roadtrip status that my car is in.... She likes in town adventures.  

And so now I sit and wait.  My bus is about an hour away from leaving, but already, this experience far exceeds the bullshit that is norm for air travel these days.   

As with every other experience of late, I feel like I have stepped back in time where things were simpler... There was no TSA searching your every posession, running you through metal detector machines and basically, its quiet here at the station.   There is no incessant noise and recorded messages blaring over the loudspeakers.... Demanding your attention.  Its clean, cool and the lady at the ticket counter was so nice and letting me know that I had to carry my bags to the bus and make sure to get them at every stop.    At least if my luggage is to get lost, its my fault, right?!!

I love this life that has found me.   Thank you to everyone that has ever afforded a kind word to me.   

Kri, thanks for breakfast and snax!!!

Katy, thanks for the ride.   As with everything else, too perfect.   Grateful. 

Head, thanks for the java this morning.   I love you all.  

Peace for now....

Pella

angie

~sent from the tele.