Thursday, February 23, 2006
DQ Cop-out
Loaded the jalopy with books and bombed down to Port Townsend to sell for needed cash. Spotted Mike Murray in the queue, choice purchase in his hand. Nice drive, that Bainbridge-Townsend run, but you've got to have your CDs lined up: Pulled into the carpark and sat there looking at our usual table. Couldn't get out the car. Sat gazing in, images of past snacks running thru my mind. Tears streaming. Gunned the Volvo and headed home. One thinks one can handle it - anticipated all the big hits, but it's the sneaky small stuff that gets under the guard and opens the floodgates. The astute and literate Mr Wells nailed it in a comforting private email. If he'll allow: Joan Didion: The Year of Magical Thinking. Her husband keeled over at the dinner table, massive coronary. She writes of grieving. Avoids the obvious memory places, but is caught short when she least expects it."
Not a damn'd place serving decent lunch nosh, so I pocketed the $200 and headed home, belly full of yearning for one of those DQ burgers and iced tea that were such regular fixtures of Anna's and my weekend sorties to Poulsbo. "So sad, so true.
: 8:21 am : 8:23 ami have no idea if it'll be london or corfu. there seem to be equal numbers pulling me in both directions.
i favor london for a while til i've settled back into the swing of things - *then* it'll be nice to have a sunny patio to jet out to.
i'm sure i'll blog like crazy about london and take masses of fotos of the impertinence i see around me.
water company: i just felt like directing them to Greece rather than some easily traceable London pad.
