Scholarly Activity

I can't believe this bit of rug is left uncovered by debris.

Le Chien D'Or

He is visiting, en route to Susan H.'s house. Found at a garage sale for $3.00.

A Great Messiness

It's really kind of spectacular, as two households become one. John is unmoved: he just carries on. The morning paper, must be read, regardless.

Lucinda

Lovely in her purple suede jacket, buying us coffees at Peets. Keeping us both sane, a little. Friendship is the best cure.

Marylhurst

Working out here again, three days a week, and a future course to endeavor teaching. I wish that my heart was less sore, but my mind seems to be working well. Boxes and bales and bags and totes and shelves and piles of material, liberally layered with dust and notes-to-self, occupy the home space as two homes have collapsed into one. Everything is fluid now.

Camping Out

It's been a long road since last post. My dad died. I spent a lot of time in Canada tending to the situation, mostly with my sister Catherine. She was very brave. My other sister took it hard, and had to find some distance from the situation. I came back for more or less good, and asked Beach Property Management if I could spend these last few days here. I am camping out. Our new tenant is a volunteer for Americorps, organizing tours and so forth for Haystack Rock. "No child left inside," is the motto of the group that got the funding to put this education program in place. I am thrilled that someone who loves the beach as much as me will be here. A marine biologist. I am happy I left the whale on the fridge. Blue Moby.

A Day Inland

Today we had time to do things like take my thesis to the Trappist Monastery in Lafayette to be bound in teal colored leather, with gold letters, and to visit my friend's vineyard in the country around Dundee. I still wish I was at the beach, though.

I Just Dream About It Every Night

It's sinful to miss a place so much.