Friday, June 15, 2012


Tired like the rare jetlag, letting Randal and his lady love do the rocking for a change, because the need for sleep was paramount. One of my near and dears came over to the west side to hang out like old times, we walked along the lake, sat at a picnic table and ate ice cream, drove around listening to the tune below in search of fires, as we saw purple smoke rising over the horizon, and finding none, cruised the Flats as the sun set and came back to the apartment to drink tea and eat burritos and spit cherry pits into a dish and be amused by the antics of the cat. We don't have to say too much to be at ease, and there's something wonderfully comfortable about that.

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