Lonesome Drove.
Jun. 27th, 2009 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI'm hoping Larry McMurtry will forgive me for that title, but that's an accurate description of the road home just now.
We headed out at about 12:30, and two hours later she was checked in, moved in and on her own. The campus, which I'd never seen except for that one weird modernish building facing out onto the eastbound 90, is kinda cute- very Place for Everything And Everything In Its Place. To get to her dorm off the only access road into the campus, you turn left onto Academic Avenue, then make a right onto Science Drive, pass Resident Row and you're there. I half-expected to find a train station in the middle of the whole thing labelled "Centerville" with the train just making one stop in a big circle.
She really didn't bring all that much stuff, but what did get brought had to be carried about as far as one could carry it. If Shrek ever goes looking for her, he'll know the way, because they put her in the highest room of the tallest tower ("tall" being the third of three floors, but as far from the loading dock as you could get).
No fewer than five kids said the same first thing to her: "Love your hair." Within moments, though, she met another girl with hair just as bright, only in orange. Dyes and formulas were discussed. It was time for me to leave.
It's less than an hour to get there, all of it highway driving. She'll be in touch daily and I suspect we'll see her more than once during the month.
Still, even though it's not a decibel louder than it usually is around here with her in her room with the door closed, it's a lot quieter.
She was wide eyed, now she's streetwise, to the lies and the jive talk, but she'll find true art, and tenderness on the block.
Warren had a daughter, too- I don't think he'd mind that minor alteration to the lyric.
We headed out at about 12:30, and two hours later she was checked in, moved in and on her own. The campus, which I'd never seen except for that one weird modernish building facing out onto the eastbound 90, is kinda cute- very Place for Everything And Everything In Its Place. To get to her dorm off the only access road into the campus, you turn left onto Academic Avenue, then make a right onto Science Drive, pass Resident Row and you're there. I half-expected to find a train station in the middle of the whole thing labelled "Centerville" with the train just making one stop in a big circle.
She really didn't bring all that much stuff, but what did get brought had to be carried about as far as one could carry it. If Shrek ever goes looking for her, he'll know the way, because they put her in the highest room of the tallest tower ("tall" being the third of three floors, but as far from the loading dock as you could get).
No fewer than five kids said the same first thing to her: "Love your hair." Within moments, though, she met another girl with hair just as bright, only in orange. Dyes and formulas were discussed. It was time for me to leave.
It's less than an hour to get there, all of it highway driving. She'll be in touch daily and I suspect we'll see her more than once during the month.
Still, even though it's not a decibel louder than it usually is around here with her in her room with the door closed, it's a lot quieter.
She was wide eyed, now she's streetwise, to the lies and the jive talk, but she'll find true art, and tenderness on the block.
Warren had a daughter, too- I don't think he'd mind that minor alteration to the lyric.
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Date: 2009-06-29 01:04 am (UTC)If it gets too quiet, I can recommend some good headbangin' music for you. :D