Nutmeggers

My Memere sent me a letter with an update of her life in elderly care. She loves her apartment and the friends she's meeting at social events. She also sent me a leaf, already turned red. That's awesome. Aunt Kitty and Uncle Steve are in Seattle for a long weekend. We've had awesome weather and I've been taking them to the best eateries and drinkeries. I think we've all been impressed so far. Tomorrow it's wineries and the Red Hook Brewery in Woodinville. All my guest have a straight up gastronomic tour of the NW. Consider yourself invited.

sink or swim

I had silkscreen class tonight, and I'm working on a project for a friend. I take the class for a sense of structure, not so much instruction. I just wasn't making much art on my own accord. I love my instructor; I worked with her last fall, too. She looks just like Neko Case.

I've been thinking about the East Coast. I miss it, and I miss my peeps. Maybe the Seattle greyness is sinking in and I'm staring at the prospect of another long, drizzly winter, as a single gal (that's a West Coast word). I feel like I can't put my roots down here, because there's no sense of permanence. I just don't consider being "away" for very long. My job is awesome, and the more time I invest in it the better off I am.

But, I think about where I want to move to next. At 26, I'm not too thrilled about starting from scratch again- learning a bus route, forging a new social network, etc. So far, I'm considering Boston, Philly, Portsmouth (NH), maybe Bklyn but I doubt it, Burlington, and Providence. Obviously I'm painting a broad stroke, and really don't even want to think about looking for a job again, 'cause it sucks!! My goal here has always been two years, and that fluctuates both ways depending on the weather and my state of mind. In the summer, I feel like I can stay for 3 years. (I've been here since June '06).

I hate that I view my whole life as a ticking clock with events to check off and time periods to fulfill.