â–¶ You should try it: next time, about an hour before you’re due to leave home for an important event where you need to have your head on tight and your mind clearly focused, discover a well-established dog tick embedded in your flank. It’s amazing how such a thing reshuffles all those stale ideas of what you intended to think about for that hour, lending a fresh rearrangement to your supposed order of things.
â–¶ The drive down Five Mile Mountain (which, as the name suggests, is five tortuous miles of descent down the Blue Ridge Escarpment to the Piedmont) was taken a curve at a time, watching Google Navigation on the Droid mounted on the dash–so as to anticipateÂ the next hairpin curve in the fog. Five Mile Mountain road was also Five Miles an Hour road–and it was no better coming back up it at dusk. At that same hour, Interstate 77 below Fancy Gap was CLOSED–meaning some folks were immobilized and I guess spent the night on the interstate because of the fog. Sheesh!
â–¶ First time I ever saw an official highway sign that said “GPS not reliable in this area.” Roger that. “Your destination is on your right” said Robot Voice Lady. It was a wrong turn, and there was nothing but woods. An inquiry at the nearest store was unproductive: no one seemed to know there was a Westlake Library–about a mile away. The librarian says they suffer “Rodney Dangerfield” syndrome.
â–¶ I overheard some of the audience discussing one of the two dozen landscape paintings that hang on the walls in the auditorium. “Says Rocky Knob. Where’s that?” So I had to see what they were looking at to make sure it was “our” Rocky Knob. I looked and the painting was of THIS tree in summer–no mistake about it. When that slide came up in my visual program, I’d told them to expect it, and you could here the murmurs of recognition.
- Westlake Library: Language and Light (fragmentsfromfloyd.com)