8.8.02 – journeys

i’m still having trouble getting back into the swing of writing every day. i went from having no free time to having free time and no structure, which means that my days are seemingly gobbled up with the mundane: going to the gym, loading the dishwasher, shampooing, eating breakfast, reading in bed. three days in a row with no shows, so andy and i went up to the cabin in McCall. more mundane details made an utterly pleasant weekend: sleeping late, watching movies (Amelie – A+, The Man Who Wasn’t There – C), wandering thru the little town drinking coffee in the light afternoon rain, hiking (we saw a bear!), swimming, cooking macaroni and cheese, sitting on the porch in the evening sun, playing the guitar and watching the aspen trees shiver in the breeze. my uncle described them to me once as digital – the leaves flip between silvery pale green and dark forestry green, like ones and zeros, ons and offs. if you relax your eyes a bit, and focus on some still part of the tree, like the trunk, the whole tree seems to shimmer. i wonder if you could comprehend all those numbers, the millions of ons and offs every second, if you’d get some mathematical pattern that makes up the form of the tree.

andy is reading The Hobbit to me aloud; my head is filled with goblins and giant spiders and dwarves and it’s difficult to resist the temptation to read ahead when he’s not here, even though i’ve already read it and know what adventures await mr. baggins and company. tonight i will content myself with Siddartha and an early bedtime. my lazy summer is nearly over; in three weeks i leave for boston and new adventures, and the following weeks will be filled with packing, planning, and preparing to close yet another chapter of my life, and open a new one.