september
The Man With The Box On The Bus During Rush Hour yelled at me. Got ready to paint the house and it rained. Parents came to visit. Shying away from potential responsibility (we know that familiar route). October equals British Columbia. Walked Powell Boulevard until late, despite all odds. Come watch birds turn into a cyclone at sundown. Went crabbing in the bay, ate on the shore of the Nehalem, and felt that hunter/gatherer mentality. Over the Rhine at Doug Fir on a Saturday. Diner waitress slaps down the fries and Katie's eyes are laughing. Found a place nearby that sells Stumptown. Sent some music to Italy via bicycle. Ira Glass/This American Life marathon on its way. Remembered 1985's banjo version of Wildwood Flower. His eyes are so blue.
posted by jessica @ 12:59 PM
2 Comments:
umm ....ira baby.
music was for me. :)
oh, jessi, i'm coming home...
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