Episode IX: the distances written on the ticket to remind you where to stop and when to get off
journal excerpt:
11.24.06
Having a great week. Thanksgiving was yesterday. Went out on a boat to the middle of the harbor to chill with some friends. A few yacht owners were there with us, they're boating around the Pacific. It's weird to see riches when I'm doing what I'm doing. Thanksgiving dinner was later that night. It was a nice dinner. We had turkey, stuffing, all that. Feel as if this is my home. I'm sitting on my front porch right now, listening to R. on this week's radio show (over the sound of the rain on the tin roof), drinking coffee.
Some pictures for you all.
This picture is from a time of my life I enjoyed very much. It's still on my camera, thought I'd put it here.
Most evenings I grab a book and walk down my driveway to the beach at about 5:45.
Being all Indiana Jones, walking through the middle of a gigantic tree trunk in a rainforest.
Chilling on the western side of the island. Had a really good time out there. The night before this picture was taken I sat out on a footbridge with M., talking about everything, drinking rum, and looking out over the moonlit ocean.
"They would, she thought, going on again, however long they lived, come back to this night; this moon; this wind; this house."
-Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
11.24.06
Having a great week. Thanksgiving was yesterday. Went out on a boat to the middle of the harbor to chill with some friends. A few yacht owners were there with us, they're boating around the Pacific. It's weird to see riches when I'm doing what I'm doing. Thanksgiving dinner was later that night. It was a nice dinner. We had turkey, stuffing, all that. Feel as if this is my home. I'm sitting on my front porch right now, listening to R. on this week's radio show (over the sound of the rain on the tin roof), drinking coffee.
Some pictures for you all.
This picture is from a time of my life I enjoyed very much. It's still on my camera, thought I'd put it here.
Most evenings I grab a book and walk down my driveway to the beach at about 5:45.
Being all Indiana Jones, walking through the middle of a gigantic tree trunk in a rainforest.
Chilling on the western side of the island. Had a really good time out there. The night before this picture was taken I sat out on a footbridge with M., talking about everything, drinking rum, and looking out over the moonlit ocean.
"They would, she thought, going on again, however long they lived, come back to this night; this moon; this wind; this house."
-Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
posted by rjs at 1:39 AM
4 Comments:
So it snowed four days straight here in Kyrgyzstan, and I was on house arrest due to the cold, Siberian days and nights.
Glad to see one of us taking it easy, enjoying the sun, the beach and good old rum.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy thanksgiving and merry christmas and happy new year. Must be weird for it to be happeneing in the summer.
Love the view from the end of your driveway!
Weaver
Be careful when you stick your head in strange places. May encounter ancient traps and poison darts.
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