Oh, that brings all kinds of references to mind. Noah's flood. The temptation in the wilderness. Celibate days during Lent (in the movie). Tim McGraw's country song. Half a trip around the world. Lindsay Lohan's last rehab.
But for me, it is the time until departure. The clock is ticking. The list of stuff-to-get-done-before-I-go seems impossible, but each day gets a little shorter. In fact, I'm sitting in my trailer right now writing this. Thinking I need a nice rug in the middle, I need to stock the shelves with food. I need to figure out how the television and Internet connections work.
I also need to finish selling off my art and rare books, and get the taxes filed. Pay royalties for 2013a. And get four books in the market before the end of July. It seems almost impossible, but I'm crossing the days off the calendar now.
Like the calendar, by the way, I've realized there is no day zero. Zero is just the midnight between the day before and the first day of. Like there is no 0 A.D. or 0 B.C.E. Having got used to engineer speak over the past couple of decades, I find that odd.
My first two weeks will be spent in Eastern Washington, exploring the State Parks near Wenatchee and the National Forest north of Spokane. My daughter is joining me for the first five days so she can verify first hand how her old man is going to live on the road and be satisfied that I'm not an immediate danger to myself. Then I'll be headed south on U.S. Hwy 95 from the Canadian border with Idaho to the Mexican border with Arizona. That portion will take the better part of two months.
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