i hoped to be remembered as the one, who-

Vintage BMW's, distressed chinos, Chateau D'Armajan Des Ormes. Do you remember that fall day, years ago, when time stretched wide as the loaming grey sky? The pink dawn when a spring bird song was the only alarm?
Kind of fun being old enough to see youthful predictions come true. What's the cliche? Be careful what you wish for, kids...
I've always lived as if I have an eternity at my fingertips. S'pose I do, if I give reincarnation its due. But it is lovely to learn the strict about-face. That the opposite of what I once believed is also true, too. Am I repeating myself? I detect a theme in this blog...
I find myself laughing a lot lately, and eight more days to go--then school's done, and work begins--or is it the other way around? O fuck off, Herbert. The insufferablenes of it all is getting a little much. Time for a little Steely. Dan, that is...

excavator

No contact with the outside world except for early morning walks with the dog.
Drive each morning to the off leash dog park, documenting the spring melt, letting Poods stretch his legs, contemplating the surprise ending to the first term back at university, waiting for the virus or whatever it was to leave my body. (I believe it finally has).
Also, soon, another year older...
...no more excuses, time to be a little bolder.

flutter.

The world does not look like this anymore. Went to the off leash dog park early early this morning (my stomach virus is like the opposite of pregnancy--I feel best right when I wake up), and spring is definitely finally here. This particular photo a memory of the winter, and that's where my mind still is. Yeah. Right there. On that bench.

This month will be action packed to say the least. Finish essays write exams taxes move buy trailer meetings letters signings year older schedule break start work still sick, holy shit.

ILLSPRING?

Ugh and oooh the big spring melt let loose a torrent of puke and poo.
No, seriously, four days of bad gut and nausea, no school, rolling around on my futon feeling sorry for myself, falling behind in my university work at a critical stage of the year, etc etc boo hoo hoo. Have not felt this sick in years--so I suppose I was due. A wonderful opportunity to plumb foul moods and feelings, despondency and despair, hopelessness and--okay okay, you get the idea...but it has been intense, sleeping during the day with vivid dreams, waking to watch movies like The Shining, programs like Wallander. Sill slightly nauseous, but at least now solid food stays where it's supposed to until its properly digested: and all I want to do? Be horizontal in the dark. Fascinating post, this. Thanks for reading!