Ski to Sea weekend in Bellingham, someone might get a free shirt. Just outside the city line we had visitors, the special kind.
No snow = no ski. Oh well, a modified course couldn’t stop the race.
We = homemade bingo board play, barn, free samples, kid parking hustlers, ice cream, athletes completed, I won.

Trying to regulate and relegate feelings can be a tricky business. Like I want to hang out with my ladies and feel everything on Tuesday, but then go to work or do dishes on Wednesday and feel nothing.  As if there is a tap I’m in total control of.

Things get strange when
one moment you’re home (the original one)
looking at the window of your childhood room from the outside,
& in a flash you’re talking to Ranftle or Billingsley or can’t remember Name.
20th reunion–> discovering what/who is the same/different. And I’m reminded of how big Mount Rainier and Teachers are. And it’s strange and beautiful to walk into the same gymnasium where at times I hid, at others I shined.
And seemingly hours later you go- there I go-     to sit in an ornate theater finding myself moved to hear David Sedaris describe crossing state lines to get a tumor removed by a stranger in hopes of feeding it to turtles come late Spring.
And then there’s Don’s.
You and I could say we had a strange weekend.