We made Baby’s Boureks.

&  they were a hit–>   like a huge hit with Anderson 2nd Graders.

Passed on recipe to one kid even.

A few got soggy & they weren’t all flag folds.      It’s OK.

Good things     tell myself again–>

good things

are still happening out/in there.

 

 

 

On fire.

 

Just jack short of Nirvana.

At the flip around the dial call the songs on the radio game I’m pretty damn good.

A force really, more with bands and titles than lyrics   you know.

It’s not quite the same on Google Music or Pandora, but I’m still good.

 

I am a lonely American.  And this is not the American Dream I had.

I have my Family, my legs, my tickets to the next show, the North Cascades in my view,                sure I’m blessed.

But strictly speaking as an American, as a Citizen,    right now I’m Lonely.

We packed it & them up, left our cave and found our treasure along the Oregon Coast.

–> Surrounded by wires staring at a screen right now, but this smell or feeling lingers as if parts of us are still there/there still here.

 

On water

 

Summer-mode up in here is busy,  but then it’s not.

The sun works hard from 4:30am-10pm.

We also work hard, zip and juggle, but then we get slushies.

 

 

 

I know this was/&is  a buzzword but I’ll saw right through it & use it any way,

’cause I’m believing it  hard right now   —>

 

“Every – thing      is on a spectrum.”

 

 

 

*(insert picture of your own choosing here,    because it’s every  thing   you know)