Small Demon
May 232009
 

Well, it took me a bit longer to recover than I’d anticipated and now I’m taking electrolytes and acidophilus to recover from the antibiotics. Ah, the joys of foreign travel! This morning, though, I feel great and even though it is blazingly hot alread at ten in the morning, I’m going to head out and buy gifts for friends and a couple of things for the house. I often get discounts in the shops as a reward from my efforts to speak Vietnamese, but I find that the closer I get to going home the more I find myself falling back on English.

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I’ve had a good and relatively productive trip, but I’m feeling ready to come home. When I was younger, I loved travel and always fantasized about “getting away,” but these days my instincts are profoundly domestic. I’m looking forward to gettng home to Carole and the dogs; I want to plant some herbs and peppers while it’s still early enough in the year; and I am anxious to sit in my own little study and write — I’ve filled a notebook here, but I can’t really do serious writing while I’m traveling.

  4 Responses to “Finishing Up (VN Diary No. 36)”

  1. Hey, you look good! I’m glad you’re feeling better. The black flies are waiting for you, but we have had a nice spring. We are very green and lush and welcoming. The campus, however, looks like one big construction zone.

  2. The fact that Clarkson is still putting up buildings in this economy speaks well for our good fortune.

  3. lately, joseph, when i have dreamed of HOME what appears is that riverbottom cabin where 2 men lived and took my 2 brothers and me out in their boat fishing and just seeing the shorelife while my father jack kickedback on the shore dreaming of baseball. here’s a piece from that time and of the pierce-arrow with the rumbleseat trunk where we rode free to the sky:

    RUMBLE SEATS

    cars and dogs in them cars with rumble seats the mid 1940’s they were old then and guys

    back from world war II had them cheaper then and old old. we loved them. you could duck down under

    and into the space inside if it got to windy or cold or you were afraid –or my dad and the guys were worried

    abt us as we bounced over potholes and bumps heading down to the river. but I donít remember what river

    I remember 2 guys lived down there after/back from the war and the one had a leg off and he used to grab me up

    and haul me over these obstructions blondhaired hunk with the missing leg but some replacement that kinda

    worked (my first crush on a guy) maybe in his 20’s who my dad used to play baseball with and the other guy

    was my dad’s buddy from boyscout days or from the tuscarora reservation or both where dad was half raised.

    Edward Mycue 22 May 2009

  4. Lovely poem, Ed. One of my favorites of yours.

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