Thank you for bearing with me last week as I trekked from Los Angeles to New Orleans in a little Corolla with a very large orange cat. I sure did see a lot of road and sky! Palm Springs has the windmill game on lock. Arizona surprised me with its dreaminess. New Mexico has the biggest sky. Texas made me lonesome for… something, I’m not sure what. Louisiana was swampy and mysterious. It’s strange, but even after a month of packing, driving across the country felt more like a road trip that a permanent move. It’s funny how home became so connected with my little Venice bungalow. I think it will take a lot of days to undo that.
Tron Cat fared remarkably well on the 30 hour road trip. For as much of a beast as he is when I’m in the kitchen, he was surprisingly compliant and docile in his crate in the passenger seat of my car. He only had a few freak-outs… but to be fair, I had a few mid-trip freak-outs myself. It’s nothing a few cat treats and sour gummy candies can’t soothe.
On the road I filled my ears with The Moth Podcast (really beautiful, real storytelling), NPR’s Fresh Air (I LOVE this recent episode with American Hustle’s David O. Russell), and 99% Invisible (I listened to every episode they made because it’s fascinating and obscure bits of pop culture). Turns out I also know every single word to Fiona Apple’s “When The Pawn…”, so there’s that.
Out of the car and into the French Quarter in three days! Just like that!