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powerpaddle
Aaah.
Last night was perfect.
Rented a tippy canoe. Paddled with my Pithicus through the arboretum. Saw some wetlands wildlife. Turtles and heron and lilly pads. We pulled up on one of the shores and had our take-out. Pho. Was quite a production to assemble on our laps but I’d still recommend as picnic food.
Okay, now, I wont do this moment justice, but we decide to power paddle across the opening of the Montlake cut. We’re staring into the glaring sunset and noticing the bridge closing. Ahh, what a beautiful place. When heh, all of a sudden out of the shadow of the glare we realize that we aren’t rowing fast enough. A barge, the size of the smith tower, mountained with gravelly piles, is a couple hundred feet and closing in… Heh, made for a nice bit of cardio to end the night with.
Tonight I am excited to see Tori at Benaroya. Yah, she was one of my pubescent favorites. I imagine that briefly and secretly in the dark my hair will grow past my shoulders, become ratty and unmanageable. I will have nothing but defeated albeit creative thoughts about how I can disappear into the corners. I will revel in the melancholic brain of selfcentric poetry, I will think of boys as princes who can save me and while the lights are down and tori is freaking out on the piano bench – I’ll become sixteen again.
Last night was perfect.
Rented a tippy canoe. Paddled with my Pithicus through the arboretum. Saw some wetlands wildlife. Turtles and heron and lilly pads. We pulled up on one of the shores and had our take-out. Pho. Was quite a production to assemble on our laps but I’d still recommend as picnic food.
Okay, now, I wont do this moment justice, but we decide to power paddle across the opening of the Montlake cut. We’re staring into the glaring sunset and noticing the bridge closing. Ahh, what a beautiful place. When heh, all of a sudden out of the shadow of the glare we realize that we aren’t rowing fast enough. A barge, the size of the smith tower, mountained with gravelly piles, is a couple hundred feet and closing in… Heh, made for a nice bit of cardio to end the night with.
Tonight I am excited to see Tori at Benaroya. Yah, she was one of my pubescent favorites. I imagine that briefly and secretly in the dark my hair will grow past my shoulders, become ratty and unmanageable. I will have nothing but defeated albeit creative thoughts about how I can disappear into the corners. I will revel in the melancholic brain of selfcentric poetry, I will think of boys as princes who can save me and while the lights are down and tori is freaking out on the piano bench – I’ll become sixteen again.
6 Comments:
waitasecondtheresister. how old are you? you were 16 when tori hit? i'm that much older than you? gulp.
well whattayahknow? I stumbled in here by mistake clicking the sloth and there are updates. I enjoyed your ballooning pics by the way. Now if only Rick would start blogging again.
heya MM - i'm not THAT much younger.. heh.
and hiya shamus! yah i think his lack of blogging guilt is somewhat relieved by knowing i'm sorta posting.
our lives are kinda wedding centric - i think we're worried we might bore people with deep discussions on choosing invitations and fabric colors...
blogging guilt? Wow, the ultimate in modern disorders, no? Maybe they'll find some drugs for that.
PS: I feel like I was either at the end of college or out of college by the time Tori struck, but perhaps I'm misremembering. Anyone, age differences were more acute at that age, no? (and pss: I can't believe I made that kind of age comment -- those are EXACTLY the kinds of things I never wanted to say!)
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