My living room has big corner windows that look out over a somewhat suburban neighborhood. When I sit on the couch, I see a big slice of sky, a lot of telephone wires, and just there, between the sturdy trunks of some old Douglas fir trees, a tiny blue square of Puget Sound. When it’s foggy and I can’t see the water, I can hear the foghorns on the freighters and ferries as they go by.… continued…
Sometimes, in a worst case scenario, I get migraines from flying. I arrive at my destination with onion skin thin tolerance for food, water, light, and especially noise. When this happens, I imagine my head as an overripe tomato, barely containing its contents. I imagine brushing up against something and having the tightly contained throbbing insides of my skull splatting out in a messy, oozing puddle. Disgusting, I know, but when your head genuinely feels like it’s going to explode, comparing it to over ripe produce is a coping strategy.… continued…
You would not believe how much I am blowing it as a blogger. Well, wait, that’s not fair, maybe you would. Best practices, you say? I know what that means in theory, but you can’t tell me what to do. I’m crabby about the web, oh so crabby, even while I love it madly, and I pretty much suck at doing all the things anyone with any sense does when they give in and go online.… continued…
It seemed like a good day to have a midlife crisis so I opted for the red Mini at the rental car place. It was the right choice — the following day the sky was a shocking blue and it was t-shirt weather for the first time since I’d arrived in Alaska. It was also the first time I was alone. I fiddled with the radio for a bit while in the hotel parking lot, and then, I headed south along Turnagain Arm with the sunroof open.… continued…
