November 18, 2007

• Fugitive Sighting

  Long ago and far away in another world and time, Xanga was young.  And like a newborn star it shed it's light indiscrimintately through the firmament.  Occasionally that light touched upon the light of other stars and there were little explosions of light, sound and vision.  Many of the longest time Xanga subscribers were invited to join by a mouse.  One Bianca Broussard.  I was invited to Xanga by a Fugitive.  Fugitive was at the time one of the undisputed stars of Xanga.

  In all the days that have passed since 2001, the light of the Xanga star has grown and it now eclipses the light of many of the other stars it has touched.  This is the way of all the young from stars to babies to well, all shiny newborn things. 

  But lack of obvious shine does not mean that the other stars have gone away.  Just that they now shine in a different direction. 

  From time to time, some of you who found my Xanga site through and because of Fugitive, still ask me how she is, what she's doing, and whether she is still making people laugh. 

  I'm here today to report a Fugitive sighting.  On Friday evening, I fell off a sidewalk.  It was the least graceful thing I've done in a long time.  I stepped down wrong, twisted my ankle, wrenched my knee and then fell hard on my knees with my left knee, leg, hip, side, back taking the most of the shock.  Knee is skinned in a way that impresses my boys.  Hip and back are hurting in a way that does not impress me. 

  So Friday night we made it to Amarillo.  That was about 3.5 hours from our starting point in Albuquerque.  From Amarillo to South Arkansas is a long drive.  In fact, it wound up taking me about twelve hours.  But the last three of those hours were spent in the company of Fugitive.  I called from Oklahoma City to report that it was not going well. 

  Tucker threw up.  ALL over the front of my car.  And when I mean front, I don't mean that he was standing outside and splashed on the hood.  No, I mean that he threw up on the dashboard, the seats, the console, the stereo controls, anything and everything that I'm required to touch in order to drive.  It was nasty.

  I got some paper towels at a Love's Travel stop and cleaned it as best I could with a few paper towels, but it was still bad.  Still, I'd come too far to turn back, so we continued.  And by the time we reached Oklahoma City 4 hours later, we were all miserable. 

  So when I called, Fugitive said, "It has been discussed.  I'm leaving now and bringing Mr. Fugitive.  I'll drive your car the rest of the way from where we meet, and the kids can ride with Mr. Fugitive."

  We met in Alma, Arkansas at a Braums, where the kids had cheeseburgers and I had a Rocky Road hot fudge Sundae with whipped cream and a cherry on top.  (Oh you know I was weak, I let them have hot fudge Sundaes too.  They picked egg nog ice cream though.)

  Fugitive brought water, towels, brushes, and other cleaning implements.  We scrubbed the interior of my car and then got back inside for a much more pleasant last bit of the trip than the first bit was. 

  I was getting regular updates on the Arkansas game (which went MUCH better than the game last week), and she was being herself. 

  Remember the old Fugitive who would sometimes hack my Xanga and tell you that I had run away to live naked among pygmies?  Or the Fugitive who would leave outrageous comments?  Or the Fugitive who would write blogs that had everyone laughing?  The Fugitive who used to regularly get 90-120 comments a day back in the day when the (mostly) pathetic excuses for Featured Content that pop up on our log-in screens today would have been completely ignored by the community?

  That's the Fugitive who popped out of the dry brown autunmal woods to rescue me. 

  I'm supposed to sing in church this morning, so I need to go shower and get dressed.  My knee is not nearly as swlooen this morning thanks to the ice packs and anti-inflammatory medications I used last night.  My hip and back are still very sore.  But I THINK that if I borrow a cane (or walker) I can limp along in my high heels and make it through. 

  As soon as I'm done though I'm going to curl up on the couch of my Momma's house and say, "no no stop that" at random intervals so the kids will think I'm still on the job.  And I'm gonna sleep it all away. 

  As of today, I have to write in order to stay on target for the NaNo word count.  I was three days ahead on Thursday, but I've burned up all that lead by writing nothing for two days in a row.  But I've been taking notes.  A LOT of notes.  And Many of the funny/outrageous/unlikely/ things that I've heard Fugitive say, are going to find their way into the book. 

  Fugitive is waving to you all ~wave~wave~wave~wave~

  I'll tell her you said "hi". 

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