My child left for Portland. She's on tour with a band; their official photographer.
I want to go to Bhutan. Next year. I want to wear a headdress with ribbons and hair and a mask and dance in the town square and play a bone whistle and fly.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
An unusual day. I celebrated Annual Ironing Day by ironing three shirts. And that's it for another year. Tomorrow I leave for a retreat. I though I'd be sleeping in a tent but instead I get a garret room. As long as I don't fall down the stairs and lie until morning with a concussion and smashed teeth.
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It is a huge relief that I don't live in a place with stairs.
I am careful and never rush down the stairs, but there is always at least one time I fall down them!
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