Dreaming of Summer Vacation
Yesterday, for the first time ever, I lost my bag! I actually left it in a park in Ladd's Addition where Theresa and I were having a delightful, nostalgic outdoor picnic lunch in the sunshine. We ate our fresh-baked New Seasons bialy and some honey tangerines which were completely different from and about 100 times better than the other, large, seedy, shiny "honey tangerines" I've had before. We appreciated the pink shoots covering the rosebushes and the luxurious green grass as signs of the wonderful spring and summer to come. I recalled fondly my first impoverished summer in Portland where I had no money and lots of free time to explore, hang out in parks, and eat cheap supermarket food. And then, apparently, I biked away without all my most important possessions: phone, wallet, checkbook, keys, address book, and the sock I just finished knitting!!! I have never lost anything like that before, unlikely as it seems given my habitual forgetfulness about things like appointments, but I have NEVER lost my keys or wallet or bag, ever.
This could have been a terrible thing, but instead, before I had even really started freaking out, my bag was delivered back to my door (nothing missing) by a very kind seeming person named Brian, who didn't even want any reward.
And all this played out while I was getting PAID to teach Print Gocco at the IPRC, which I really enjoy.
Score one for humanity!
This could have been a terrible thing, but instead, before I had even really started freaking out, my bag was delivered back to my door (nothing missing) by a very kind seeming person named Brian, who didn't even want any reward.
And all this played out while I was getting PAID to teach Print Gocco at the IPRC, which I really enjoy.
Score one for humanity!