Betcha $5 You Can't Do THIS!

Into a Limbo large and broad, since called / The paradise of fools, to few unknown. ~ John Milton

I'm curled up in bed with my 85 year-old Nana, Chloe-Bear (a teacup shit-zhu), and a brown snuggie. Bed is in room 101 at the Harris Ranch hotel, half way between Los Angeles and Sacramento. Tomorrow night, Bed will be in my parents' house where the heater is broken and morning smells like cinnamon rolls. I kinda like being in limbo- between one place and another. No burdens or responsibilities can attack. The place of origin & the destination can be considered from an outside perspective. It's what makes in-flight movies so resonant & journalling so profound. Limbo.

I saw Up In The Air with George Clooney. His character practically lives mid-air because of a career that requires 95% travel. And that's not what I mean. The thing that makes limbo so meaningful is that is is neither here nor there. Which implies a Here and a There. I need a Here and I need a There and I need a black hole in between everynowandthen. I think it's because I grew up straddling CA... Near monthly drives to LA & SD to visit the Grandparents & Relatives. Frequent trips to SF to vacuum my Nana's apartment building and polish the bannisters. I called so many CA cities home & spent so much time zipping between them. I loved the drives. Reading books about Amish girls. Playing word games with Eames. Sleeeeping. (No sleep is better than car sleep as a kid.)

The metro train & bus ride is about all the limbo i get in DC. It's nice to have an extended version. Especially when it involves filet mignon, wine, and the Weather Channel.

“It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to.” ~Marilyn Ferguson