Alternate Bliss Part Deux

I have to say, I love a good road trip. I reallly do. I love a trip with people in the car (most people) and I truly love a trip by myself. This one was no exception. I had my bigass Sonic tea, my mound of cd’s that had who know what mixed on them. Some Broadway, some Jeff Tweedy (sigh. Chrome, remember that concert? “how’d ya like me now?) That, was bliss! Some Dolly Parton, some Scissor Sisters. Some Idia.Arie…But this trip was mostly filled with Trisha Yearwood.

Chrome can attest to the fact that it is entirely possible for me to listen to the same cd, same song even, for over four hours straight. Yup. True that.

So Ms. Yearwood and I sang our hearts out from here to Arkansas. We were awesome. The ride home was all Rent. Act 2. I LOVED IT! My imagination runs wild, I have crazily detailed scenarios play out in my head about certain someones. new york was a prominent theme in the fantasy world…that my friends, is bliss.

I tell you all of that to say this. Alternate Bliss’s are just that. The dictionary defines the word alternate as such:

1. to interchange repeatedly and regularly with one another in time or place; rotate (usually fol. by with): Day alternates with night.

To interchange. It’s not as if there’s not already a bliss in place. It’s there. Oh it’s there. I came home and rolled right up to my garage, and unloaded my car. MGirl came over, we sat on my porch in my M’Lynn gifted chairs sans cushions and talked through our weekends. I saw that while I had been away, Babs had come over and planted some beautiful flowers in the beds in front and back and covered them with mulch and just made a nice surprise for my homecoming. I got to the frontier and Bonusmom was here, the cats were here, my bed was here. I had communication from friends online…

That my friends….is bliss.

So I want to clarify that I am not mourning the lack of use my uterus has had. Or the fact that I have no shiny band on my left hand. I long for a partner, a witness to this life of mine, but I am complete and profoundly happy with life just as it is.

Alternates are just that. . . . Just a left, when possibly you turned right. A zig, when one could have zagged! It is what it is.

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2 Responses to Alternate Bliss Part Deux

  1. Gertrude Jane Kennedy says:

    Next time I go too! I need that. Windows down, a big tea, over the river and through the woods… the Judds, Trisha…sounds like good people to me.
    I am glad you are home.
    And I can’t wait for the next leg of this marathon to begin…
    moving day!
    I will see you this weekend if I have to organize a band of monkies to fly me there.

  2. Kizz says:

    Love, love LOVE a road trip. So much. I’m taking a bus trip this weekend. Not the same but should be good.

    Alternate, indeed. Amen to what you said.

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