Monday, June 16, 2008

Gave in to sleep, or rather sleep dragged me down,
where I stayed for 16 hours, Paul, 18. I awoke at 9:45
and didn't know if it was morning or still night because
it was cloudy and night here this time of year doesn't really
seem like night, but just a deeper, softer version of a cloudy day.
We broke fast with pinhead oats, which simmer and simmer,
and coffee I mercifully remembered to carry with me from 
Seattle. Hung towels on the line to air, and the clothesline,
once a single towel was strung, began to spin wildly
in the wind. Hold on! Soon we'll venture into town
(about 4 miles) to stock up on groceries, maybe down
a pint at Matt Malloys.

3 comments:

  1. Nel mezzo del cammini di nostra vita...
    !?...passavo per un saluto!

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  2. Someone in Texas is greatly glamourizing the idea of oats and laundry right now, knowing where those oats and laundry are.

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  3. Scrumpy! Ha! (Well, now it's cold and raining so you can put away all notions of glamour!)

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