On The Road
Tuesday. So, we have discovered that my fantasy of dawdling up the coast in a boxy car to shoot pictures is not my idea of a good time. I get the wheel in hand and I want to drive: more hours than I should, faster than I should, but not that much faster than I should, what with me being older and wiser and all. I've also decided that Dunsmuir is not the town to which I would like to retire, snow during the winters or no. I am thinking more in terms of hanging around here in Oakland in a converted warehouse live work loft and fiddle with the web, not to make money, although that's possible, but because that's evidently what I want to do while I'm still able to tie my own shoes and flip the switch on a camera. You never know when you won't (be able to flip the switch on a camera). Here in Dunsmuir.
Nothing against Dunsmuir. It's a funky little town just south of Weed, somewhat further south of Mt. Shasta, with really nice old houses and shops and buildings that remind me of the houses and buildings and shops I grew up with in the Pacific Northwest. And I suspect it's full of artists. And people who voted for Bush and urge their children to join the army. Crazies, in other words. My kind of people.
Otherwise a good party on Bainbridge Island. My sister and I drove up Saturday in the late morning from Portland arriving around three, drank ourselves insensible into the evening with the rest of the family and returned Sunday late morning to Portland. My digital pictures are crap. I'm hoping I did better with the black and white. I will now have more rolls of film sitting on my kitchen counter waiting to be developed. This little joke about the film on the kitchen counter has degenerated into a description of a brain gone numb, dumb and demented. All good things. Normally you'd have to pay good money to facilitate numb, dumb and demented. Demented can be expensive, particularly when you're my age and you've lost all your connections. You get older, all the dealers you knew have either gone to jail or retired to the islands. Nice weather in the islands.
Later. Got home before noon. Ms. Emmy was happy to see me, didn't take her more than six or seven hours to settle down. I am looking forward to having another day off tomorrow. Too much driving. Too many hours on the road.
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