t minus 8

reporting live from the hat!

as advertised, the plains are... well, plains. i have been on some boring roads (slc to cheyenne and juarez to chihuahua come to mind) before, but this one pretty much is topping the list right now, farms on both sides of the highway, smaller roads that disappear into the distance, 3 different (or 4, i lost count) ways to get to the royal tyrell museum of paleotology...

i stopped trying to find ways of amusing myself after maybe 2 hours.

anyhow, i am glad i came.

i forget how much i miss my family when i'm home in the bay area. it's only after i see them (seldom as that is), and the void i normally carry inside me gets filled with them that i notice it was there at all.

maria decided to marry hector 38 years ago. they had 4 lovely children together, 2 boys, 2 girls. the children grew up and fate handed them out their cards (the boys got married and started families of their own; the girls have, so far, had other priorities)... fast forward to today when they are scattered throughout north america. 2 in mexico, one in the states, and, now, one in canada. but there was a bond created through pain and loss and there is always a void in each of them where the other 3 used to be. it´s been more than 4 years since they were all together.

so, here is the oldest of those 4 kids, happy to be with one of her brothers, but missing her other 2 siblings all that much more.

maybe there is something to that theory that distance makes the heart grow fonder after all...

and on that note, i bid y'all a good day.