there are three men in my driveway, gradually disassembling a buick…at least it isn’t on the lawn anymore. (even if it doesn’t work at the end of this experience, it’ll be towed to the actual owner’s place, and thus out of my world entirely.)
I’m raring to go on a long bike ride, but first I was waiting until it cooled down a little, and now I’m waiting for C, who wants to go with me. I imagine we’ll either go way out on the Chehalis Western trail, or downtown & around the lake. either would be lovely.
today I stopped into the shop where I bought my bike and told random guy at the counter that it changed my life. now I have the store address and the owner’s name, so I can put that thought in writing.
I had my first therapy session today. the last time I tried therapy was such a clusterfsk that I’ve been reluctant to give it another shot. I’m glad I did. (Mike, I’m also planning to make a doctor’s appointment; I need a physical anyway.)
I’m reading a lot of poetry lately, stuff that I’ve loved for a long time: Adrienne Rich, Mary Oliver, Tess Gallagher’s Portable Kisses Expanded, Claudia Mauro’s Reading the River. it brings me back to the poetic voice, which I’d mostly lost years ago. (sometime during the heyday of the old Writer’s Group, I think; I stopped being exposed to poets and poetry, and it just died in me, except for haiku.)
don’t ever buy a desknote.
I’m sleepy, but I don’t really *want* to take a nap. although it might be nice to take a nap and then wake up with a bike ride in the cool summer evening. mmmmm.