Tuesday, August 2, 2011

McNugget Mountain

The reason I haven't written in these past couple of weeks is not because I realized that this would be my 300th entry and therefore freaked out into a night in Las Vegas that is so legendary, no one can remember it. I wish I was in Las Vegas. I want my Lisa as badly as she wants me. But a bit more time to wait until Dad gets a job interview and we go out there for that purpose and to choose the apartment we want in Henderson, and I'm not leaving until I see Lisa.

The reason I haven't written is because I'm very much in love, and given the choice between writing in my blog and talking to Lisa either by phone or text message or AOL Instant Messenger, well, I love you readers, but you're not Lisa. However, I am adjusting, putting back into my life what I did before Lisa, such as this blog all the time, but now I have the added benefit of my life being brighter because of her. Plus, my next book isn't going to get written by just sitting around. And that my muse is also a writer is, I'm certain, a dream very few writers enjoy. So what better person to show what I'm working on and get valuable opinions?

I decided to write today because Mom, Meridith and I were at McDonald's inside the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Carl Boyer Drive, and from my vantage point in that booth, I was facing the poster advertising 20 McNuggets for $4.99. Mount McNugget looked organized. It wasn't total chaos, no nuggets precariously perched on the edge, no nuggets spilling as the photo was taken. But I looked at that mountain, and I thought about a lot of things. I thought about what I had received from nearly eight years in the Santa Clarita Valley. My feelings now about this valley is that I want to get the hell out of here already and never return for any reason. There is no sense of history here. There is a shallow grasp of the meaning of things, and then what was learned one day might not even be all that important to build upon on another day. The most you can find in history here is that the smaller Wal-Mart on Kelly Johnson Parkway has been remodeled to such an extent that I absolutely cannot remember what it had looked like before the remodel. But that's what history is here. What did things look like, if you can even remember them, before they changed? What did the Valencia Town Center Mall look like before the outdoor shopping area was added? Maybe this valley doesn't want you to know what came before. The future, only the future. Because the present is pretty shitty, and the past, well, what happened in the past again? I can't remember.

I've got a new mountain to scale: My future. The peak will be wedded and family bliss with Lisa, along with more books published. That's all I want. I want a good job that makes me comfortable enough financially, and I want all the time in the world with Lisa and our future children. It may be a hard mountain at times, but I have the oasis of Lisa and everything else to come.

So, 300 posts. May there be 300 more and then 400 more and still thousands more. Because I can't wait to see what happens.

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