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Monday, November 12, 2012

Journals and an Apology

Did you ever keep a journal? I have my whole life. I have tons of partly-filled journals, never finished. This is because I write in sporadic spurts and inevitably there are huge gaping holes where months of my life slid by, undocumented. And when that happens it's hard to start up again. Thus the unfinished journal. It's easier just to start a new one.

That's where I'm at with this trip. I'm sorry. I know that there are some crazy folks who start their day by opening this website. I appreciate that, really, and want to reciprocate with a daily post. Believe me I am trying to accomplish that in a world where Internet is like toilet paper. Sometimes they have it, and sometimes they don't. I also know that it's only been five days since I posted. Not bad. But the truth is, thats not true. It has been three weeks. You see, one night in Ljubljana, I found a lobby computer with a memory card reader, and stayed up all night creating three weeks' worth of posts, scheduling them to pop up every morning. That's why they were lame and short and cheat-y. And I haven't found another lobby computer since. 

Thusfar, I have been unable to properly document because of faulty technology and am at least a month behind. And now I don't know how to catch up. I last wrote about a place called Ljubljana, but since then it's been four weeks, a new travel companion and seven countries later. I think a bullet point list is appropriate, for what's happened recently, to catch you up:
  • I laid on the beach in Croatia and swam in the Adriatic
  • My mom has lung cancer
  • My house will remain rented for an additional two years
  • I kayaked on Kotor Bay in Montenegro
  • My dad rolled his truck and totaled it
  • I bartended in Sarajevo
  • Ross went home
  • Summer arrived
  • I am in Sri Lanka, brutally murdering every mosquito I see, lest it infect me with the dreaded Dengue
  • I'm going to the Maldives
  • I will probably cut my trip short to go be with my lungless, uterless mom.



If you'd like some details on any of the above, patience please. You see every once in a while I get a little Internet but then the guesthouse employee will go to bed and shut off the modem while I'm on the phone with Minnesota (sorry Josette). I don't know how much more interneting I'll be able to do in the coming weeks. Keep checking back!  
Love to all, Kady in Sri Lanka

6 comments:

  1. What a mix of wonderful and horrible. Best wishes to your lungless, uterusless mother. Is your dad okay? Shitty times for the Hexums.

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  2. Thank you, Kady, for bringing me up to speed. Didn't know it was so hard to post. I guess I got used to your blogging when you were living in the states. Love to your mom and dad...

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  3. My brother has cancer. Fuck I hate cancer.

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  4. I know this is way behind, but had to refer to the uterless mom... Sarah got it right with uterusless. But when I sounded it out because uterless sounded wrong, I came up with utterly useless uterusless....

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  5. I left my uterus in Minneapolis. High on 4th floor...it calls to me. As I left the thankless womb, I bade it fond goodbye, turned away and smiled, no lie. This chapter is closed. no longer need ya. And now.

    I left my lung at Mayo Clinic. Higher on 12th floor....it's mocking me.......

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