Skippin’ Reels of Rhyme

Welcome to another week in high and dry Flagstaff country. It rains here in August, so it’s been almost a year since the last substantial rainfall. Day after day passes without a cloud in the sky. We’re out of range of ordinary natural hazards such as hurricanes, earthquakes, and tornadoes (although we had a smallish twister go through last year), with perhaps the biggest threat being a new eruption of one of the many dormant volcanoes on this part of the Colorado Plateau. The pine trees stand tall against the deep blue sky and life goes on. Peaceful.

Summer classes are once again in session. Without me. It’s strange, foreign. A few of my classmates are taking classes in accounting, finance, or management, but I feel strangely detached. Maybe this is “normal” again, as a lot of people told me I was absolutely crazy to go to college in the first place. I was and that was then. I’m over it now.

Today I “hiked” a cave outside of town with two others. I say hiked because spelunking seems like it should happen in proximity to mud and water, neither of which were present on today’s adventure. The cave we visited is a lava river tube that extends nearly a mile from daylight. It winds back and forth as rivers do, only it’s inside a tunnel like a subway tunnel or mine shaft with a perfectly formed domed ceiling that reaches heights of thirty or forty feet with equal widths. The lava “river” hardened, making a flat albeit sharp and jagged walking surface. That was fun. Then we got milkshakes and sat outside enjoying the Flagstaff afternoon.

That’s another thing I like about this town; there are old-fashioned mom and pop places where you can go to get a soda or ice cream that are straight out of pictures from the 60’s.

Thursday Fun was in town. This one-hit wonder band is fairly popular but there were only a few thousand attendees at the outdoor venue. A friend came up from Phoenix for dinner, and we had an enjoyable and relaxing evening at the show. The music was okay in spite of the lead singer complaining of being sick and even passing the mic and laying down on the stage for several songs. Everywhere I go in Flagstaff I see people I know, and that night was no different. Very small town I guess.

I just got back from disc golf in a nearby park. It was fun, even though neither my partner or I had a strong game. We also went to the skating rink by my house to go skating but there was a hockey game happening so we stayed and watched that instead. I want to go ice skating another time before I or my friends leave town, so we made plans for later this week to that effect.

In hindsight it was a pretty leisurely week in spite of spending many hours studying for upcoming CPA exams. I have big plans for life after CPA, oh yeah!, but I’m not disclosing them yet. (Don’t hold your breathe, I still need to pass those exams.) Hint: you might think I’m crazy and you’d be right. Again.

And that’s about it for this week’s update. I guess this blog has run its course as a college journal. I’m still thinking about where to go from here blog-wise; any suggestions are always appreciated :)

A Dylan fan, I’ve been impressed with the lyrics to many of his songs. Those following were running through my head while writing this so it’s only fair that I include them with this post. It seems like there could be a deeper meaning there, although I doubt it. I just like the concept.

Good night, dear readers.

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming. *
[…]*

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’ swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing. […]

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands…
~Bob Dylan

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