At Sea

I spent last night in Anděl (Angel), feeling a breeze pass through a room which shows Vyšehrad from one window and Prague castle from another. Listening to a thunderstorm, and waking up to a beacon. On the walk to the tram I took a picture of a building covered in script, including "I love change. I sail all the seas."

People keep asking me what I want to do when I get back to Seattle, and besides looking for a job, and having some lillet and lettuce at Presse, I just want to relax. I'm living life as usual until the last minute of having to leave (which is 10 a.m. tomorrow). That's what normally happens. I'm thinking of heading to the San Juans as soon as I can when I get back, for some true downtime. I'd love to rent a car and drive there, listening to music, and then sit on my favorite rock, and have a cod sandwich at the Brown Lantern. Mom, you in?



This pic was taken on my rock in Anacortes last July, when we were there for Shipwreck Day. Hopefully this July isn't so chilly and misty. Seattleites, you must attend this on the 19th: the whole town dumps its junk and antiques on the main drag. It's a trash-and-treasure trove, with an emphasis on nautical things you wish you could find a use for, like giant anchors and old steerage. It always makes me think of the wagon-wheel coffee table that causes so much distress in When Harry Met Sally.

So yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel adrift. But in a good way. And the party never stops: my dear Annie has decided to spend the two days in NYC with me! Her flights in and out are almost exactly the same time as mine. I haven't seen Drinky Crow since last Christmas so this is a real treat. We will sleepily take the city by storm!