So, I’ve been trying to make myself blog all week long. There hain’t been no shortage of things to blog about — lots of really good and interesting things, and one or two really, really terrible things, have all occurred within a remarkably brief span of time. Somehow, the thought of trying to summarize them makes me feel exhausted, so I won’t even try. Writing about things that have happened seems to be a way of trying to make sense of them. If the events in question don’t make any real sense, the activity is intrinsically futile. So nevermind — just fuhgedaboudit
Instead, I’m thinking about the future — about the logistical challenge and excitement of finding a residence in Bellingham’s deeply entrenched housing market, about the Portland Jazz Festival I’ll be visiting next month, about software I am going to write and paintings I am going to paint. It’ll be time to start gardening soon — my day lilies are already peeking out.
