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our center
of gravity has shifted back to the city, where
tall buildings instead of trees still seems weird to
me
even after a coupla
weeks.
my heart is in the
country but my
brain
enjoys the social and
cultural stimuli of
the tangled human mass.
after a lot
of
conversation with friends last
night,
today
we walked the 1.8 miles downtown to
see jesse's art
at orcas paley,
a tightly curated walk-in cabinet
of curiosities whose proprietor peter gaučys is a
paragon of propriety.
communing with nature is nice, but so is whiling
away an afternoon in wide ranging
conversation with new acquaintances, plus some
familiar faces
who happened to happen by. then we walked
to good will and, boy, nothing makes me
feel better than walking out of a thrift store empty
handed, like maybe some day i can rise above it all.
whether country or
city, one thing that doesn't change is snuggling
with cats. got in bed after dinner, sunny joined me
under the blanket and
patchouli nestled on top between my legs. but it was
only 6 pm and there were still miles to go before
sleep, so we rousted
ourselves and ventured into rainy night by
bus
and rail to see mike watt
et al
perform at the chapel,
a sacred secular space that shows you
can't have
religion without music, but
you can have music without religion.
mark drove us
home and
we hung
out a while
playing with
the cats.
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