I love the title of this post and that's why it was an easy choice for Flashback Friday. For, that question - Where in the world am I... - persists in this strange pandemic bubble that we find ourselves in. So it's time to get out of that bubble for awhile and let our imagination take us away again to somewhere else, some place where the world is sane and relatively safe, a place that will appear soon enough in real time but, in the meantime, let's pack our suitcase and let our imagination take us away. Whether that's the past or the future - it's time...
Where in the world am I...
I'm going back to a world where there's craft sales and flea markets, a place where crossing borders is called travel. Let's do a virtual trip by going backward in time to the fall a handful of years ago...
Where in the World Am I...
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| Somewhere in New Mexico |
I know it's a strange question, I should know, shouldn't I? It seems in the last week or so I've been many places. It's been a rush of craft/flea market sales, contests and packing, not to mention travel. And even though I know where I am, I'm feeling slightly disorientated. I've been offline for awhile, skidding across country borders in search of some nicer weather.
Instead I've ran from warmish-cool fall temperatures and no snow in Canada only to discover the further south we went, the colder it got. In fact, the snow that we hadn't seen up north was hundreds of miles south courtesy of
Blizzard Brutus that was moving in across some of the northern states. We drove a step ahead of that storm for most of the way, getting caught on icy highways only in New Mexico. But that's another story and you'll have to bear with me as I backtrack here, there and everywhere.
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| Tonto National Forest |
But weather is what it is and often there's no second-guessing it, unless of course you own a
pig spleen or two. A strange prairies' lore for weather forecasting.
So we're here in Arizona, in one piece, the weather has turned again, for the better, and I'm just trying to catch my breath. It's strange typing this by a pool that I was recently swimming in with temperatures only now dipping enough for a light sweater. I've been told that home was hit by the long arm of Eh Tu Brutus - read Brutus the Blizzard and a foot of snow landed as temperatures plummeted since we left. I glance over at the pool and think I'll be glad to just make a straight trade, one pool for a snow shovel. Somehow I think no one is buying.
Last week internet was spotty because of travel and this week began with no internet. Finally in a stationary place I set up shop and vacation or not, meant to spend a couple of hours a day at work. And it was then that I learned how stealthy the internet is as it creeps in and sucks up time. I won't say much about it as that subject has been written to death but if you want to try an experiment - turn off your internet. It's amazing how often you just click here or there, checking the weather, the news, your mail. Short blips of time that are almost automatic. I didn't realize how many there were until I couldn't connect at all. After I got over the panic of not connecting, I enjoyed long stretches just focused on one thing, my latest story.
So now that I've wrapped the story up and discovered my synopsis needs a bit of tweaking. Yes, any story I've ever written makes it a few chapters in before veering ever so slightly from the synopsis.
I may mull that over some day but right now I have a new cover to look at. It seems that although the world outside my window has changed, my laptop still reminds me that other worlds and promised vacations aside - right now there's still work to do.
Have a great Friday!
Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com
