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Yesterday I picked a bag full of cherries from Julie’s Eugene tree, and this morning when I tied it to my handlebars for my ride to work, the bag grew cloudy with condensation because my cherries were breathing. Small sweet cherry breaths. Which was some consolation after this weekend of leavings – Jamey for his trip out east and Pede to join her guy indefinitely in California and Julie to the midwest for a while. All this leaving and I’m not going anywhere. Which is Fine By Me.My summer weekends are filling one by one: Seattle for Beth and Sarah’s wedding, Liz’s house for Talley’s visit, a yurt somewhere in southern Oregon for Sharon’s birthday, a festival called Pickathon that you know is good just from the name, Night Rides and Bridge Rides and tubing. This is my Northwest Summer and I want it no other way. I had plans for a long overdue trip to New York but now I’m thinking September, if then. Why leave something so good?
At work today my coworker gave out magnets that she’d picked carefully for each of us, and mine said Too Much of a Good Thing is Wonderful. Hear, Hear. (Here, Here?) Now I just need to get everyone else to stick around, too.
posted by tortaluga @ 10:50 AM
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Night Rides and Bridge Rides deserve capitalization, but not TUBING? I'm on board with the first two, really... but tubing, come on! Tubing is the best! An impromptu float down a contemplative river with a steady cadence between sun and shade and the occasional wifts of pollen drifting visibly by...
Tubing.
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