I Think Of You Often
We're packing up the car to split to Hood River tomorrow and spend "independence" day with Tricia at Lisa and Jeff's excellent barn-red farmhouse. I think the plan involves fresh mint juleps, swimming holes, and just enjoying life on the farm. And sleeping in an Airstream? I think that's part of the plan, too.
Oh, and I've been meaning to introduce you to this little nugget. He just moved in the other day.
You can call him Lefty, after that nice tune "Pancho and Lefty" by Townes Van Zandt. Of course, in the song Lefty betrays Pancho to the Federales. But our man's as loyal as they get—just look at that face.
Edgefield Outting
It's June 29th. The rest of the country's sweltering, but we're still wearing sweaters. It's okay. I mean when it rained the other night, everyone complained, but I liked it because nothing on earth smell's better than the summer rain.
And yet. I'm still askin: Summer, where are you?
Regardless, Miss Bousquet and I drove out along the gorge last night to see My Morning Jacket at Edgefield. A live outdoor performance surrounded by grapevines and herb gardens—a very summer thing to do. Jim James' voice washed through the beer garden. We sat at a picnic and drank ale.
I'm a simple person and so maybe my favorite part of the whole night was just the way the light looked cutting through the canopy.
Summer Skate-stice
We had this huge party at the skatepark for the summer solstice and when I peeked at the photos this morning it looked like everyone had such a good time. Me, I spent most of the evening running around picking up cig butts and telling people to keep their beers on the down-low. But according to the picture above, I did tail gate for a little bit with Pat and George. Anyway, went to sleep in all my cloths with a film of sweat and dirt covering my entire body. I'm exhausted today, but happy. It's summer.






