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FRIENDS & FAMILY: Summer vacation is
absolutely THE BEST. I want Squire home all the time. He's
working on changing his screenplay into a short story or something. I
don't know. He has summer goals. He makes me laugh every day.
And Friar and I talk about nearly everything and I'm so glad to have known him
so
long and still be so blown away by everything he knows. Last night he
was talking about Konrad Lorenz and summer pub behavior and I actually
rested my chin on my hands and looked at him raptly. We're our own
little enclave these days, inside this ghost town. Nearly all my other
friends are out of town and we write or text each
other but I have nobody who
wants to meet me at the beer garden for like, maybe the rest of the
month? It is kind of lonely.

FICTION: Loved Gilead. Not crazy about Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. Started reading Summer of Caprice last night and it was just about perfect for my mood, a little surrealist Czechish thing. Still working through Watership Down with Squire.

FUN: Oh the sun the sun
the sun! It is lovely. Although I think the naked boys next door moved
out (or maybe went on vacation) because there was a lady over there
cleaning all the windows (YAY!) and then all the curtains were drawn
(BOO!) and not a sign of them. We have ants and that is our only guest.
The cottage is kind of awesome, though. These birds built a nest in the
broken-down porch, and it's been fun watching her brood and now the
parents both fetching worms for the babies. They seem to not mind us
very much, though we do try to be a bit quieter around them (I guess, if
they had the whole forest behind them and they built on the
peoplehouse, that's what they get).

FLICKR: I have some pictures up on Flickr.
Talk to me; how are you doing?

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