Surreal events happening in the suburbs?!
I have not stayed up all night since being in England. Sunday night was therefore the night. It's such a key summer activity, I am surprised I have gotten so many nights of regular sleep. Figures that is what happens in the suburbs.
So I spent Sunday night at Becky's. We watched 3 movies and I finished both of the books I was reading (Atlas Shrugged and On the Road) and she drove me home at 7am. So I went downtown and read for a couple more hours. This time the bible and Nietzche. (Quite the combination, I might add.)
So that afternoon I get a phonecall from Spencer who had run away from Seattle and was in Portland.
So that night, after not having slept and not being tired yet, we get coffee etc. and I drive him to the bus station. And, of course, for the first time in years I get pulled over on the way, and yes, I get a ticket. (Um. Anyone want to contribute $141 to the kate-is-stupid fund?) So we miss the bus.
So we go sleep on the beach of George Rogers park. (If you have come to see me you have probably seen this park. It's the beach that you walk down a path to get to, in Lake Oswego.) We saw probably 10 shooting stars even though the sky was unclear. I didn't fall asleep until 3:30. I woke up at 7:30 and walked the park picking up trash. I found treasure: a small rubber ducky floating in the water. We carried it around all day and squeaked it. Then Spencer got a bus at 5 to go back.
Moral of the story? I don't know but how weird to finish a book about a group of people leaving and wandering at a moment's notice showing up on doorsteps out of the blue, talking about nothing and everything. Then having the next 36 hours be a chapter out of the same book.
Don't forget God's speaking to us, people.
"Raise up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget your legs, too, good dancers; and still better: stand on your heads!"
-Nietzsche
So I spent Sunday night at Becky's. We watched 3 movies and I finished both of the books I was reading (Atlas Shrugged and On the Road) and she drove me home at 7am. So I went downtown and read for a couple more hours. This time the bible and Nietzche. (Quite the combination, I might add.)
So that afternoon I get a phonecall from Spencer who had run away from Seattle and was in Portland.
So that night, after not having slept and not being tired yet, we get coffee etc. and I drive him to the bus station. And, of course, for the first time in years I get pulled over on the way, and yes, I get a ticket. (Um. Anyone want to contribute $141 to the kate-is-stupid fund?) So we miss the bus.
So we go sleep on the beach of George Rogers park. (If you have come to see me you have probably seen this park. It's the beach that you walk down a path to get to, in Lake Oswego.) We saw probably 10 shooting stars even though the sky was unclear. I didn't fall asleep until 3:30. I woke up at 7:30 and walked the park picking up trash. I found treasure: a small rubber ducky floating in the water. We carried it around all day and squeaked it. Then Spencer got a bus at 5 to go back.
Moral of the story? I don't know but how weird to finish a book about a group of people leaving and wandering at a moment's notice showing up on doorsteps out of the blue, talking about nothing and everything. Then having the next 36 hours be a chapter out of the same book.
Don't forget God's speaking to us, people.
"Raise up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget your legs, too, good dancers; and still better: stand on your heads!"
-Nietzsche