One of my best friends is on vacation this week. She and her wife are at their house on the James River in Virgina. This house has regularly been described as being the equivalent of the "Back House" for us. A shelter from the harsh realities of real life, conveniently located near water, a regular routine of food and drink, and a place to just breathe.
My vacation at the Back House is not scheduled for a few weeks so I decided to go along with them when they went this year. I mean, not physically. But emotionally I am floating in an inner tube and drinking a Bud Light. There are some central differences to the vacations. One is the beer (we go brand loyal Yankees up here) and the other is the music.
When they go, they know they are home because they can receive the Eagle 97 signal. For me, I can pick up WMVY around New Bedford and I know I am almost there.
So since I am on vacation with them this week, I have been listening to their radio station online. Also, if I get any text messages, I try and call the station and request some songs for them. The station is busy all the time though.
I have learned a lot and suddenly have a whole new world view. I am pretty sure it is the music.
I love my husband more because I keep hearing all these songs about how lucky these people are cause they ain't got no money but they got love. Or how they been dating so long they're just crazy. Or checking each other for ticks. Which is somehow sexy. But the point is, we've been together forever and it's good and so I appreciate it.
I think trailer parks and killing your own woodland creature meat sound like fun. I think I should get a bunch of beer and head out somewhere and drink it and appreciate life. Also, I think I might like whiskey. Lots of it.
I'm going to live like I am dying, know that I am gonna miss these days, remember the good old days, and love like crazy.
I'm also pretty sure that the South should maybe rise again after all. It sounds fantastic. All the pride! I mean, I could live in a trailerhood and not be ashamed - and know that I had been raised bathed in God's love. And that it's all kindness and goodness and doing the right thing.
It all sounds pretty good when backed up by some honky tonk badonkadonk. Aside from the random crying in the middle of feeling like jumping on my desk and downing a bottle of whiskey, it all sounds pretty good. And all things considered, it has been a pretty good week.
It started me thinking about WMVY though. I'll have to listen to that next week and see where it leaves me. Probably just inoffensively and quietly asking people to pass things to me and thanking them graciously.
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