I am going to miss this particular view (for the next 6 months), and the Salty-ass hu(man) attached to it, so much more than anything I look at out my living room window, for 18 more sleeps. I knew when I met him that he is “a traveling man, not a vacationer,” and a traveling man must travel.
Yesterday he was showing me a rough route plan, for he ‘plans’ only that which is absolutely necessary, and where/what he really wants to visit/see. He’ll be driving to Calgary and Winnipeg first to visit with family, and then flying to Halifax where he will board a freighter to Liverpool.
From there he will make his way to mainland Europe and travel by bus and train or goat or mule or flying pig(?) through many parts, including my other home countries, to reach his goal of Russia and other parts of the former Soviet Union. He’ll be back sometime in the early Fall. I am not a bit jealous, I am jealous through and through.
As we were looking at the map, I expressed how much I love ‘real’ maps, and that for many years I held onto various Atlases from high school and University, because the art of ‘real’ mapping and the concept of ‘borders,and ‘cultural territoriality,’ fascinate me so greatly. And just because they are beautiful.
His Salty-ness says ‘hang on,’ makes his way to the forward bunk, and comes out with a Hammond World Atlas published in 1954. It is a magnificent piece of work. A most thoughtful, meaningful gift. Well-loved but in all its glory. Tears of holy-shit-I-love-this-book literally sprang from my eyes when he said “it’s yours, I was hoping to meet someone with a map fetish.” I said “aah, but were you ready for a cartophilic librocubicularist”?
And we laughed and laughed.
🙃⛵️👑🚢💋
~M.
March 10, 1019
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"I honor every woman who has strength enough to step out of the
beaten path when she feels her walk lies in another; strength
enough to stand up to be laughed at, if necessary.
That is the bitter pill we must all swallow in the beginning,
but I regard these pills as tonics quite essential to one's
mental salvation."
-Harriet Hosmer
Harriet was a very wise woman! Fortunately for me, I have yet to
find the rule, stating an age limit for stepping out of said
beaten path, a maximum number of out-steppings, or a ceiling on
failed(?) quantity of attempts to blow up the proverbial box.
And should I come across these rules at any point in my trudges,
travails and travels, I shall, happily as ever, break them.
In keeping with my contradictory life and self, it begins
(again) now, with a sexy-ass BigSteelBox.
~Marcela; moving off the beaten path, coming un-boxed one more
time, in a BigSteelBox.
March 02, 2019