Yesterday we got a dust storm warning on our phones. But we couldn’t see any dust, so we went on a fruit and veg run, and the Trader Joe’s was nearly abandoned. It was spooky. Our main objective was organic peaches. We ended up getting organic nectarines. Avocados have gone up in price dramatically. Wtf.… Read More »
Gmorning. I couldn’t sleep. I got up and did some writing, ate some toast, listened to music. Oh, there’s something so offensive and funny and offensive. My friend showed it to me. I laughed and watched it twice.
Camping got rained out. It poured while the guys were hiking. I was stuck at a picnic area bathroom. Luckily it was the kind with an eave–the actual bathrooms were locked. I wrote letters. Back in town it was normal town weather. Mt Charleston has its own climate. But there were thunderheads in the sky.… Read More »
My friend was supposed to come over. Over txt, he seemed like he was going to flake. I msged him very honestly. Ming and I went to bed and I was half-asleep when I got a txt at 8:14. It was my friend saying “I’m here!” so we leapt up, got dressed, and greeted him.… Read More »
I woke up early (4:19 am) after staying up late. I did a bunch more facebook promotion of events, last night. The Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective meeting #5 was fantastic. There were nine of us. Only problem was, I was the only woman. Kinda weird imbalance. I announced I’m bad at organizing, but… Read More »
You know, toast is good. Why not live on it? Oh wait, I think there’s a verse about this. “Man doesn’t live on toast alone, but on the butter as well.” Things are messy here, messier than usual. But this morning I was up early. We served and had a meeting. The meeting was fantastic.… Read More »
Too many things going wrong at once. Even the good things feel bad. But I always feel like crap day after a trip. I give myself permission to feel like crap. Living on toast! Listening to Eileen & the In-Betweens. I can play “Lakes of Canada” on the ukulele (poorly).
We got out the door at 5:18 am to Mom’s wave. All’s well. We made it to Barstow panera where I have apple juice and Ming has unsweetened iced tea. I feel good. I might see my friend tonight. I feel worried about mail and we’ll need groceries. We’ll need rest. I played ukulele in… Read More »
Now’s the time to clean up, organize, throw things away, and pack the rest. Now’s the time to do a final load of laundry and come to some conclusions as we end our relocation and return to Vegas tomorrow. Just like “It’s only a good parking space if you get back and your car’s still… Read More »