Quick Note

So I don't fail yet again, here is a new post. I am on a quick break from work. Long days when guests are here. We are hosting a jazz festival this weekend so we have musicians staying with us. I just made a big salad including fresh greens I had planted in the greenhouse. I love it! I will write more when I have a real moment to sit and think. Love to everyone.

amazingly

It's 2:40 am. Why am I up this late? Gotta eat a granola bar. Summer's turned, over soon. Leaving on my crazy road trip to Nevada in less than two months. Less than two months. Where am I? Where am I in life? What should I do after Burning Man? Back to Homer, go hang out with my dad in Hawaii? What? I don't know where the momentum of life will take me. But I'm happy. I'm happy enough to be pretty happy. :)

grumblegrumblegrumble

I was so sure I had posted something after that. Mhm. I guess I'd better get to work on my chicken costume. Maybe we should each get just ONE late pass? Pleeeasseee Mishka? :) Because, see, if I just plain lose, then I won't have my incentive anymore. This way I'm still motivated to post. Right?

and now for something completely different...

I'm not wearing any socks. Just bare feet shoved into my worn-out tennis shoes. Cold, clammy and sticky. My car smells faintly of hand-rolled cigarettes, and something else I can't make out. I still taste garlic from last nights dinner. The muffled sound of am radio mingles with the sound of the gravel crunching and sputtering under my tires. My eyes are bleary and my head is empty and humming. My soul is still sleeping.