A week of hectic packing followed by days of hectic cleaning leads us to today. I became such a sob baby in the last few days, anything setting me off, despite plans to go back to bkly in the next month to move things to storage. I'm always so set on leaving a place and yet become heart broken once I'm gone.
I'm currently surveying the lovely hills of Oregon that are experiencing a tremendous thunder storm. Craziest weather today. Loads of sunshine but buckets of water coming down. Got the cutest high rise shorts & a straw fedora with a black bow from avant garde. I loved today. Slept in, managed to catch the last bit of car talk and then got to hear au revoire simone live. One of the girls in the band, Erika, was the daughter of Nick Forster of Hot Rize a show on npr that i played after car talk and I think I learned more about them because of this. They named their band off a line in Pee Wee's Great Adventure. i love them. i loved their music before, and now i love them in entirety.
Yesterday went with my mom to walk her friend's horse around the ring, and brush him off and clean him off (it's been raining like crazy here, and he was covered in mud).
I haven't been around horses since I was leading one many many years ago and my cousin was on it, and a tent flipped over and spooked the horse, throwing my tiny cousin off and she's okay thank god. That horse was a jerk, not because it spooked but I remember it bit a lot of girls that summer, no one ever wanted to ride him, I think his name was Kai. And I really shouldn't have been leading a horse, because I wasn't considered one of the "big kids" who led horses around. hahha. horses are soo nice, they're so caring. I miss summers in northern california when I would get to spend whole summers riding horses and swimming.
through packing, i realized how many things i have in case the possibility of an unlikely event occurs. and then the events never occur, leaving me with so many random things. even a parachute. just in case........
the worst part of moving is how nomadic everything has become.... my vinyls have no permanent home. what kind of upbringing is it to be always moving your vinyls around......
