...well, it's the last time I'll blog from my Mac; it's going to a friend's house for safekeeping; it and the grimy keyboard and the speaker system and everything. I guess I should qualify......it'll be the last time I do anything from this portal computer for who knows how long. It's strange, but it's strangely ok too.
I was outside earlier in the sunshine, doing the last bits of laundry in a bucket, and a menage a trois of butterflies were flying around.....it was so cool. So summer. I aim to follow the sun and be in a year-long summer.
Been thinking a lot about a movie I saw when I was about 8 years old. My mom and I lived in San Diego and she brought me with her to see a lot of really bizarre stuff (La Cauge aux Folles to name one.....I probably butchered the title oh-so-gauche-ly). I remember seeing Walkabout and how the Aboriginal boy had naught but his loincloth, and a spear, and a spear-thrower. And whatever his elders taught him, stored in his head. That was it. Holy mother of holies! That's amazing! I've been struggling to pack for a three-week trip down to California. I keep telling myself I only need ONE pair of nail-clippers, not five (one for each bag). Lord.
When I was five and my mother was my age (39), she moved us from Ogden Utah to San Diego. She later told me that she'd originally planned to move us to San Luis Obispo. I didn't consciously set out to visit SLO, much less at this age. Pretty cool.
I hope there are good dumpsters to dive in San Luis.
adieu for now........