End of the week update. My life feels incredibly rich, I become stunned a lot. My body is really achy and tired, like 28,000 stairs so far after I’ve done my best to avoid stairs the last 10 years – it’s a knee thing. My relentless – wait, better Ch’an word — Utter – search after furniture to grace this space goes on, one small metal amazingly funky dresser with me now, two 4 x 4 rugs, a straight-back chair the landlady donated, offering to pay sellers extra to transport and help an old kid out, no volunteers yet.
Lots and lots of Starbucks time, hardly any people time, ripped a knee a little with the dresser, otherwise lots of walking amidst the park greenery and in some of P’town’s far out neighborhoods. Ha! I keep coming across these signs on front lawns all over:
“Presidents are temporary – Wu Tang is forever.”
Not sure I get it, then again, not getting it means it’s gotten me. Sign me up for the clan, Daddy-o.
Not sure how many “Right” things I have actually done in this sort of ancient and still here bedouin (“pastorally nomadic”) life of mine – for sure, coming back to Portland is one of them.
from a mountain bench 
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