TGIM--Not

Actually, it's Tuesday. Memorial Day was yesterday. Until about 5 years ago TGIF was just another acronym I didn't understand. Not to mention in passing the eighteen year old living at home who recently escaped arrest. Too much shit...and then I think of :

Ahhhhhhhhh

Some History

I’m an elementary school teacher, a job I’ve only had for five years although I’m now in my early sixties. After 9/11 I began questioning what I could do that would be of greater service than the increasingly lame-ass gardening business I had started nearly 20 years earlier. That work had been all of a piece with a lifestyle that involved getting high, ducking taxes and avoiding planning for the future, getting storytelling gigs and trying to nurture an itinerant puppetry theater.

Getting started

Twilight after a rare warm and sunny day. Motown music meandering through the kitchen's open window. Out front I can look west down the street and still make out the Olympic Mountains.