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Sunset, softened. Minimal fussing-with of color and other factors. Just enough blur.
 Taken with Hipstamatic

Sunset, softened. Minimal fussing-with of color and other factors. Just enough blur.

 Taken with Hipstamatic

cleaning at the start of a long day, week, month.

don’t expect much from me as far as blog action, today. it’s not that there’s nothing to be said (yesterday a friend remarked, “when no words come from Suzi, she is pissed.” fifty points for accuracy to you, grrl), but that my hours are more than accounted for. there’s a line, and tumblr does, at some point, need to step back and let the other kids have their time in the sun.

today i needed to Clean. this is how the cycle runs, here in my yellow corner: time passes, and messes are accrued. defensive tactics keep chaos at bay until the urge to descend upon the flotsam and deliver order arrives (that’s today). then, overdrive, with short self-congratulatory breaks for snacking and iPhoning, until i can see my face in the carpet and counter and wood and anything else in need of TLC.

tomorrow, the ass-crack of dawn will
be greeted with the equally-graphic sight of my sleep-deprived visage as my little red Acura carries me to the Oakland airport, where, after depositing the car at a safe pay-by-day parking establishment, i will fly to Portland (more on that later (probably tomorrow as i wallow in the boredom that consumes a solitary traveler as social as i)) where i’ll be until even earlier on Saturday morning. upon returning home, i’ll have just enough time to fling the dirty clothes into a pile—hopefully CLOSE to the hamper—repack, throw on my riding attire, and meet a friend at her barn. we’ll ride and pack up her colossal four-horse trailer, and then i’ll drive us both to her gorgeous home on Belvedere Island. the next morning, she and her lovely family will depart by car for a major horse show in Montana and i’ll be house-sitting, which here means playing with the two happy-go-silly black labs who don’t get to caravan with the rest of the Hogan clan, tumbling, practicing, frolicking in the city avec Daphne co, and running next to what I think is a small bay, if i have my marineform terminology straight (improbable).

so, that’s the next fifteen days of my life, for the benefit of the five or six of you who may possibly be interested. the other fifty probably kept right on scrolling after skimming sentences one and two. i’ll be here when i can and should. love to you all.