end of the week

And after all this, here Friday morning, the heat wave winding down, the sky clearing back to blue, the fragrance and deadliness of wild fire smoke blowing east, my fingertips beginning the slow ache of landing on six electric guitar strings for the first time in about forever, something of a ‘Google Meet’ phone interview set for nine Monday morning, a splurge for new postal stamps and subsequent well wishes into the wind, baby-step preparations for some of my art hanging in my Starbucks for the month of September, one amazing talk after another with my son Cameron, fly-away thoughts about San Luis Obispo and Ocean Beach the last few days, lounging off and on in the front porch rockable chairs courtesy of the landlords off to Lake Tahoe for five weeks, lost in books out from little libraries, being practiced by my practice, helping to maintain the cost of living in countries that grow coffee, feeling jealous vibes every time I walk past my car, maintaining heavy friendships with neighborhood crows and white moth-like butterflies, and now…..

off for two days.