sweet sweet summer
Suddenly I’m in Olympia again, one stop on this whirlwind that is my life right now. Follow the path; it goes from here, down to Oregon, out to Hood River to play with the family (chasing the baby around and around the yard, nibbling his little toes, shooting videos of the most imaginative four year old)back and forth to Portland to find someplace to live, all the way up to Anacortes a few times, and back home to rearrange, shuffle, take a shower, pack. There is nothing right now that isn’t absolutely full of possibility. Imagine summer camp for 31 year olds; stunning and brilliant friends from around the world, swimming three times a day, collaborating on art projects, listening to rich music, playing with chubby luscious babies, sharing ideas, sharing food, all the potential and possibility of things to come. It is the unfortunate and necessary nature of summer camp to come to a close eventually. Nobody wants it to end, but everybody would collapse at some point from exhaustion and lack of personal space. I’m right in the middle, and I never want it end.
