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Thursday |
To celebrate my
first full year in Seattle I donned a tie and made
the bed. I had no place to be that required it but I find it easy to fool
myself into greater productivity. The day started, raindrops through the
window when the wind blew woke me, an early morning phone call from
Kalinda saying all was well. The
Halloween
candle I bought after a U-Dopple gym sweat was made in Sparks, NV, and it's
leaping on the table. When I was bucking for supervisor at Noyes, Tracy Hammer
told me that picking up napkins was like making the bed--a little thing you
could do to give the impression of order. She used to date my friend John
and then she blew
up over the ocean. Still wearing a sports jacket, I rode Sarah home along
the Burkey
on my bike. We paused at the
Fremont
Bridge to watch the sparks
fly. Fire (acetylene), water (rain), air (sauna), and sidewalks smeared
with wet leaves (earth)--an altogether elemental anniversary.