This weekend CC went off for an overnighter with the boys to revel in the tetosterone ruts of old Marines cooking Boston Butts. Somewhere between ten and fifteen Devil Dogs worked on this project to benefit the local children's hospital. These men are possibly the most crotchety and contrary men to be found in this area.

He wasn't gone quite twenty four hours, but I am felt a false sense of less responisbiity - and of course, for this one spin on the earth's axis, I did not have  to defend one statement or action and I wasn't obligated to fix anybody a meal. On the downside I had no one to curl around and belong with during the night.

Couples twine together after long periods of living together. You catch glimpses of their shared lifes when you see their house or in this instance, this truck of ours. 

He's packed our truck, the one he bought me to drive and replaces our old truck which finally gave up the ghost. (We have to have a truck to take the trash to the dump, no pick-up in the country here).

Our old truck, (for sale) was bought by me upon moving in and deserves its on blog entries. There are many, many tales to be told connected to this vehicle. But it has stopped running and we must drive the trash to the dump, so CC traded my car for our new truck.

This truck has personality, this shared vehicle of the Hippy and the Hero. It is a moderate gas guzzler, getting about 345 miles to a tank. After getting it, then the subject of decoration came up.  I want billborards telling you of my opinions, an artist's exhibitionism, a regretable charactor trait of mine (why else would I blog?) CC is a private and nondisclosing person. So I had to condense my opinions for this vehicle.

CC put a Marine Corps sticker on the truck and I have an Apple sticker. His sticker offers him secuirty that if this vehicle was in trouble, the red and gold seal would activate a code of honor from other traveling Marines and they'll be more liable to offer thier assistance. My apple on the other hand implies to me for other roadsters to beware; there is a creative geek on board - you can expect me to be lefthanded and out in left field too

We have one expression of our political views on this truck.

It is a simple plea to end wars made for the purpose of exploiting the world's rescources of oil. This follows  simple Buddhist principle, "Do not take what is not yours"

For this expedition, CC's wheelchair was strapped to the top of truck leaving room in the bed for an axe, crutches and a walking stick. Once he left home, he picked up firewood. 

This wheelchair strapped to the roof expresses so concisely some of our most profound differences. His skills for manipulating his environment, for strapping things together picturesquely are so far from my own abilities as to be ludicrous. I am a pig pen with mess whirling around me like an aura and he can organize space like an engineer. How do we both fit in this truck., this hippy and hero?

I don't know how. One day at the time, one mess down the road of life colliding with order making a sometimes sweet and synchronous creative space we both thrive on.