Marge's Collections

Today, more plaster animals than live ones: a bison, an elk, babe the blue ox (with Paul B) and a bear. Did see one measly squirrel or chipmunk barely make it across the road and a few hours after finally getting the hell outa Michigan, a few token dairy cows. Scattering of ponies, whatever. I was really happy to stand in the surf of Lake Superior, which means I've hit water on all 4 U.S. coasts, and, of course, I picked up a stone from the beach there.

What is it about collecting anyway? Harve and I are big on it, as you can prolly tell, and some of you can testify to our plethora of Cirque du Soleil VIP tags, Fluevog and New Rock kicks, dental tools, scissors, coins, metal junk, those rocks from places we've been...and "places" in general. Is it a need? An indulgence? An ego trip?

Driving down the road today I was thinking--around my 7th hour--that the perspective of the road meeting the horizon clearly shows that the clouds there are arranged solely for me, right? After all, they are placed perfectly in that inverted triangle for my benefit and the vanishing point is exactly where I am going, so it's obvious, the world is mine. In fact, every turn of the wheels allows me to "collect" another few square feet of this planet.

Back to reality, this evening, as I was trying to beat the setting sun to our KOA in northern Wisconsin (a.k.a. Lyndard Skynard country) I also tried to beat Freebird. I failed both, the sun by about 25 minutes and Freebird by about 2 minutes, but it was fun.