Going to NW Arkansas, or, are here (if that's proper English, could be 'am here, frankly my dear....)
It ain't Cancun, Bali, or, Turks and whatever that other name is, but.. it's dayum perty.. looking out, it's like a great big mirror of love staring back at you... the black, now turning grey/blueish up above, peeking down (and up and all around) thru the greenery, to, the rushing river below.
Just as diverse as the scenery, (the rain falling down, the clouds'a goin' one way, the river the other.. all the while God's band plays the instruments - bellowing thunder, there's the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees) are the people here. Family, friends, locals, don't matter, happy just seems to be the theme. Sure, a bit older than the last time we visited, and sadly, the hound pooches aging 7 times as fast.
Why I am telling all thus, I ain't real sure, but, I think it's "Getaway", as in, sometimes I feel like a nut....no, wait, that ain't it.. sometimes status quo can be an 'ouchie', and we need a getaway from 'getaway from me' same ole same ole.
A booster shot.
Fill er up Ethyl.
Take this job and shove it (for a week). .
Insteada saying "I need to getaway from you, her, him, them, that, this, same bat traffic, same bat channel, ya just gotta 'wouldn't you like to fly in my beautiful balloon " and go too.....
This Interstate, that 2 lane (ya don't even cuss when ya get behind a John Deere 'cause yer on a getaway and there ain't no hurry!) That airport, this 'take your shoes and socks off please' (PEW!), hell, it could even be a staycation... Just GETAWAY from me, nuttin personal.
Any place away where you can stop children what's that sound everybody look what's going down... no, that ain't it, but, for what it's worth, it kinda is. You get to a place where you go... 'SSSHHHHH.. LISTEN!'... and all it is is that you ain't whereya was, have been, chained to, bored to tears.
A mini Rip Van Winkle... not three seasons like Gilligan, but, a week, a weekend, when back home you's gettin close to they're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away ho ho, hee hee, ha ha, to the funny farm.
Thanks for letting me tell you this story. See? I've been a grumpy asshat of late, I just knew, somewhere in there was a fairly decent egg.
Arkansas Arkansas I just love old Arkansas.. or Bali.. Puerto Penasco., Upstate NY, Walt's Mecca, this lake, that sea, just gimme the hell outa here for a bit before I cry me a river.
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go... I hear banjo's... jk, it was the band practicin' up for later... first, more coffee, more porch swing Welbutrin, cipherin whatinthehell bird is this.. shreaks from who knows... perfection. I ain't where I was.
It's kinda like onea them eagles fledging. Eh, ya prolly had to be there.
Be there or be square (in your regular old world), just get the hell away for a short, even if it's simply the tub, some candles, Pandora, a good book and Calgon.
Take me away (occasionally) before they come to take me away.
By Henry Gibson
Forward by the Ozark Mountain Daredevils, AAA, Expedia, Ned Beatty, and.. the Skipper too.
Love Victurd
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