from dixie to a lake in michigan
my taste of georgia’s coast draws to a close. an interesting experience and i learned i love living on a beach, but this is not my beach: it is their beach and it is like gummo meets a prequel to wall-e. isn’t it great they have a beach that’s not my beach?
an invitation to lake-house in michigan arrives with perfect timing: just before hurricane matthew and right as hurricane-boss’ wife learns ffffffffuuuuuu he’s diddling a ginger
my drive to the lake house is pleasant, introspective, full of hard rain – not quite “baptismal” though it has that cleansing vibe one looks for in hard rain. i stop in ashville – i like it there and the iyengar studio has nice views of the mountains which, though hard to see beyond all the prop-cities, is just lovely. my prop city had a million blankets
pulled over in ohio – no ticket
the cottage has been in the friend’s family for a hundred years. it gets the sunsets across the lake. what a treat! a reward for the taste of a place well-done ferrrrrsure
listening to: jonathan wilson’s the way i feel (2011)