08 July 2012

Frisco CO 0 miles (TransAm 2,411)

Gina is in street clothes today, bumming around Frisco, catching up and hanging out with Colorado friends and family. No miles to be made on the TransAm route, no alarm clocks going off at 5:30 am. Instead, a day to enjoy the Rockies and the King Suite at the rental condo. People with wingspans as wide as Gina’s love their King Suites.

I am not bumming around but instead quite active, practicing my baseball moves. This happens when I make it through the building front door and into the condo without being seen or stopped by a single neighbor; I just naturally swipe my arms out across my body and yell “SAFE!” like an umpire making the call at home plate. How I managed to steal home today, especially given that it’s a Sunday (although really, I’m not sure that matters when you live in a building of retirees and you work from home), is a minor miracle. My own field of dreams here in Ballard, I tell ya. In fact, it would be cool if I could hire James Earl Jones to start narrating my daily life. I bet that would sound way more interesting than those other voices inside my head.