So Friday I go and invest two and a half hours of way early time to the DMV for Oregon plates (now on the car) and an Oregon license (in the mail). I swing back to the studio and check the ‘Most Important’ list, which leaves finding and buying affordable house plants ’cause I want them. And later up to Wilshire Park, house plants on my mind three times around, and then, just inspired, over to Alberta Street for the first time since back, I stumble into a secret Alberta used book store, it’s so late Friday afternoon, and leaning toward a couple of large, fat art books for $5 a piece I end up paying $7 for Kerouac’s ‘Desolation Angels’ and flash on all the Kerouac books I’m paying to store in Idaho – out of my sight five years now – including ‘Angels,’ and it’s a rush of both sadness and whirring energy to find the way to get them over here (the Rose City) and to a garage-space home for when they arrive. And sometimes I’m just tired with it (stored boxes dilemma) and sometimes crazy with it.
And late into a day-before walk my landlord texts me a photo of a bookcase with a ‘Free’ paper sign and says it’s right next door, and I come around two corners and pick it up and carry to the basement door and rag off the dirt and spider webs and bring it down, it’s across and kitty corner from my not-so-long-ago bought bookcase, and there’s some latent design like the movie about baseball in Iowa and the Idaho books will come to fill that yearning of empty shelves.
And so I was saying….
from a mountain bench 
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