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The Route Less Taken

My move from TX to WA could have taken one of several routes.  After figuring that driving through Denver proper with nothing but booze, guns, and underwear might not be the best idea, the weather looked to be good enough to drive straight north from Dallas into South Dakota.  I promise there’s a method to the madness:  when would I ever be in a position to go to South Dakota, and able to see Badlands National Park, Mount Rushmore, and then maybe hit Devil’s Tower in Wyoming on the way out?

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Intimidating, right?  I mean, 41 hours in a car on mostly state routes is pretty ambitious, if you ask me.  There was a lot of nothing for a while, though the sunsets got progressively prettier (and harder to drive in).

And yes, it does say 41 hours, which is a really long effing time, but I was able to be a little productive in the form of knitting a sweater for my cousin’s baby.

Otherwise, it was a big flock of nothing.  Except for major concentration, because of course, no adventure would be complete without some inclement weather.  It rained so hard on the first three hours of the drive that I thought I was going to be swept away in a flood.  The only bonus was the double rainbow when I finally got into Oklahoma.

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South Dakota was calling me, so I didn’t have much time to check out Kansas and Nebraska, but it’s ok.  It mainly looked like this in the morning, which wasn’t too shabby, but at the same time it was EARLY.  Like 5:30 am early.

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I know I complain about the drive, and the empty road, and the terrible hours in the car with fast food and nothing great. However, the open road is magical, and while my bitching about the lack of scenery was frequent, I did take a break once in a while to admire the future in front of me.

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Tangled

Some of my friends and family might characterize me as “artsy.”  Arts, crafts, okay.  If that’s what it takes…I mean, I can’t draw a straight line to save my life, and if you asked me to paint something, it would have to be one of those guided, boozy paint events (and I make no promises that it would be identifiable).  But I was a damn good knitter.

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So yes, I quill, and I knit, and I used to do beadwork and make jewelry.  Drawing, however, was never my strong suit.  My brother was great at art, and so was my best friend, but me?  If I were in prison, and had to draw something coherent to escape, I’d never, ever get out.

But in a recent surge of both “I can do this better than X person,” and “I need something else to calm my stress and anxiety levels, I did some research into doodling – specifically zentangle.  While I think a lot of the theories/restrictions are sort of BS, there’s definitely an element of calm in following the instructions and doing the same patterns over and over.  I’d already had the “right” pens for it, since I have teeny handwriting, but Id’ never really thought about using them for drawing.

It’s a cute new hobby that I can do when I’m watching TV, taking a break at work, or when I want to make something to give as a gift (and isn’t quilling or a knitted item).

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I drew this on a chalkboard in my friend’s classroom.  He and some other friends were discussing conspiracy theories around Star Wars, and the storyline of Dragonball.  I stopped paying attention. 

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I will always love Rent. 

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