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There was a thunderstorm tonight, a good kind of thunderstorm with rumbles that cause the windows to shudder, and rolling rain. Now the air smells and tastes just right. It broke the heat wave that settled in early this week – the one that made customers at Celia’s yesterday overtly cranky. No one tips well in a heat wave.

We don’t get many summer thunderstorms in the northwest, and I will always miss them, the way I miss snow that sticks in the winter, the way I miss lightening bugs. Nowhere is everywhere, I guess. I still like Portland best.

I remain stuck in bed, more or less. I went to the city job on Monday and to the coffee shop job two days later and both had repercussions. My leg is bruised from the base of my toes to half way up my calf, in various cloud-like patterns of purple and pale blue. It does not like to bend. When I’m upright for too long it gets achy, and it swells.

The real problem though is that I’m going crazy with restlessness. It’s only been a week but I’m used to quite a bit more motion in my days. I’m lying here right now and looking out the window at the wet pavement and smelling the grass and I’d like most of all to get out on my bike, or even just drive around with the windows down. You know. If I had a car.

Instead I’m going to scoop up some of the mint chip ice cream that Deb & Nopporn so awesomely delivered, and I’m going to sit back with Audrey Hepburn. The window is wide open. It’s almost like being outside.

posted by tortaluga @ 11:42 PM