I've stopped counting how long I've been here. I've fallen in love with a locksmith and now we drive across Tennessee letting people back into their houses together. While he drills through their doors I watch other women fall in love him too; taken by his smile and his soft Israeli hair and glad they don't have to spend one more goddamn second out on the porch.
I like it here in his cabin. I don't have to be a cowboy or an Indian or a man with no feelings; I can just curl up like a cat in the last rays of this Nashville sun and enjoy the affection. I'm a cat, I tell him. That's good, he says, plucking his Hebrew music on his guitar. Because I'm making you fish for dinner.
But then he gets another call; somebody else shut out. The life of a Tennessee locksmith's cat, I say out loud, just to see how it sounds.
What? What was that you said?
Nothing, I say, shedding hair all over the couch.
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this made me smile
ReplyDeleteSeriously, this is going to make the best book ever. Glad to see Tennessee is working out for you.
ReplyDeleteThat log cabin looks kind of cosy. Just the place to curl up in and fall asleep. After you've licked your paws, of course.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wonder if you really are in America. If you are, then your days seem to be heavily spiced with an electric mix of chance, opportunity and good fortune. If you are writing this from your a flat somewhere in Dubland then please don't stop, you have a powerful imagination, just let me know what I need to drink to join the ride.
ReplyDeleteI was drunk when I read this last night and thought this morning that I might have imagined it. So pleased it's real.
ReplyDeleteIt's what's between the lines, that's what's so well captured.
ReplyDelete"If you are writing this from your a flat somewhere in Dubland"
ReplyDeleteAnd you're just really, insanely good with photoshop!
EW
Oh, this is lovely! Awwww!
ReplyDelete"... if you really are in America."
ReplyDeleteIf she isn't, her hologram is pretty convincing.
Yeah, maybe I should have looked at the Flickr photos before launching my conspiracy theory.
ReplyDeleteYup, that's a cosy looking cabin.
ReplyDelete...your days seem to be heavily spiced with an electric mix of chance, opportunity and good fortune.
These things happen when you travel. But don't forget there have been some downs as well.
sweet :)
ReplyDelete"Your days seem to be heavily spiced with an electric mix of chance, opportunity and good fortune."
ReplyDeleteYes, they do don't they? It's about not being scared i think, or at least trying not to be. The New America: nothing to fear but fear itself etc. But Simon is right, there've been low points too.
I can't even begin to tell you what a great country this is though. It's the people around me that have made this trip so incredible. Everybody just wants to talk. It suits me.
As a welsh girl, currently stuck in Israel after falling for an Israeli that I met in America, your post gave me weird deja vu. I just have to warn you...quit the Israeli now before it goes too far!!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is delightful.
ReplyDeleteI've known those cat-moments myself; and they're almost as good in memory as they are in reality.
Almost. :-)
Pearl
"quit the Israeli now before it goes too far!!"
ReplyDeleteNow THAT sounds like a story I'd like to hear Mrs Bore!
EW
Oh thank you EW but all you need to know is I ended up with the married name of 'Mrs Bore'. Good enough reason to have quit the Israeli!! (oh and Bore can be translated at idiot in Hebrew so its a dumb name in both languages).
ReplyDeleteOh, I think this is my favourite post from the trip so far.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
Tennessee cabins are where it's at.
ReplyDeleteContented stretches and sleepy kisses all round, cabin cat.
ReplyDeletea cashmere cave of a post
Nx
***purrrrrr***
ReplyDeleteIf there's a bad Tennessee locksmith's cat story, I, for one, haven't heard it.
ReplyDeleteHoly crap what is going on in America, your blogging is even more amazing than usual - something I didn't think possible. You may have to stay there forever!
ReplyDeleteEveryone knows there's only one Hebrew song.
ReplyDeleteI'm in love with your map. Longing to create my own.
ReplyDeleteI am in awe of your adventurer's spirit and travel log writing skills.
ReplyDeleteI bow to your wonderousness.
I made the map in Illustrator. I thought there might be some kind of Google maps thing you could use to make one but sadly no.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks, everyone. xx
I sometimes wonder too if you are making all this up, that you've gone home to Wales for a bit, in the drizzle and the massed hordes of male voice choirs...
ReplyDeleteI don't care if you are as this is the most compelling thing in Irish blogging in years.
:-)
I LIKE your writing :)
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