Zwack & such...

Awrighty,
Been a while. I've suppressed my tappin' fingers on the solhush because not a lot was occuring on the peninsula whilst you two's were getting Arctic and proto-Atacaman. Of course, there's a gravity to saying such, as it undermines the value of living in one place vs the elixirs of travel; the two modes if dwelling are simply incomparable I realize. Honestly, I've been green as a young tomato with envy, laying in wait-- in a mental line that stretches around the street corner--for my "time" to arrive, when I can finally type words from a different continent.
Nevertheless…
No more of these staccato gulps (read: absence) of word pulp: I'll try and rewire the seachange and be more active in the fingers!!!
News then?
1. Good dose of Molly sighting yesterday. Braaaavo!
2. I've scored a writing job for August-- while I'm in CZ, I shall be blogging for the Portland monthly, The Bollard (so no excuses for not writing here, I know I know!). I'll post that info when things are up to date therein. There'll be some relief in that regard, as I'll be using a real computer, vs the one-fingered iPhone method that I'm using now (and getting finger-itis); alas it demands I bring clunky laptop overseas! Ah well.
3. Molly again. Let's figure out Skype... we have the technology.
4. Jay Ray: any Pisco in Ecuador?
5. Sun. Sol. Finally.
6. I leave with this. Every summer I greedily await all the laundry lists of outdoor activity and wishful to-do's to accomplish here in Maine. Funny thing happens though-- I knock out maybe two outa' the three thousand items and find that come September, I'd frittered a lot of time away on less-than exciting deeds (namely making money and all the associated drama that accompanies that serfdom). Summer has come to mean a childlike giddy enthusiasm that always falls short? I dunnae! Ack... even languishing lizardlike in the sun with ideas fomenting (my favorite activity with morning coffee) feels mildly desperate or disparate. Hmmm. Not to end with a blue funk... perhaps with everything so close to bursting, I'm finding summer to be a game of when-to-cue the needle on the proverbial vinyl. Hee hee. Bad metaphor.
7. I love bad metaphors!


(eyes used for tooth support)