As life tends to do, it has continued to happen, each day, as if to say, whether I like it or not. It keeps moving. The weather is starting to change in Flagstaff, the snow is hopefully finally coming to a close, and it's beginning to feel like those classic Flagstaff summer days, with early evening bike rides and barbecues. Sometimes, of course, those barbecues that are "forbidden to display fireworks", do, of course, display fireworks, and Ben, the birthday boy, holds the sparkler high above his head in childlike delight, as the colors light his face in the late night, and then of course the landlord comes over, the tenants hustle up the staircase, and the guests sit silently stunned as the landlord professes: "consider this your notice: 30 days". But nonetheless, we've started barbecuing, and it tastes good. And, we still have a house.
As nice of course, as Flagstaff is, especially this time of year, Portland is still there in the back of my mind- maybe I'll end up there soon. Maybe near the 4th, when there are legal fireworks in the sky. We'll see.
You think you know me...you think you understand my excellence, but what you know is limited by my own lense. This, is the third person account...the one viewing the painting, rather than the painting speaking of itself.
And then, two weeks ago, eight of us set off to meet in Puerto Rico. We flew stand by, which ended up meaning we did a lot more not flying than we did flying. That is to say, we missed five flights for the two we caught. But after a long sleepless night and an intense weight in the plane, we all got on, and set off to Houston, and then, beautiful San Juan. Seeing as there were eight of us, we of course rented a car for five, a beautiful gray Taurus. And so fitting into the car was a treat, sometimes people lying through the trunk, sometimes two across four more in the back; always quite sweaty, hot, a lot of different opinions on directions, and one driver (myself) with a bad case of the runs. oh well. at least I had my own seat. We saw the rainforest, stunningly blue and green beaches, we snorkeled around reefs and through underwater caves, we (alright only one of us) saw a shark, and cut our feet on sharp little water critters and we swam and barbecued and kept each other up late, and woke each other up early. The "us" that was there was me, Ben, Corn, Jason, Mandi, Laurel, Dustin, and Heather. Then Katie met us for the weekend. It was a great trip, full of a lot of laughter, sun, a lot of Corn's burned body and Ben's slumber. We returned even closer than we left.
And as for NickelCreek, they were in town. I didn't go to the show, but I heard it wasn't all that good, and that the lead singer, was not- well, was not as much a man as everyone would have hoped. I've been back to work, which is a drag, but whenever I'm at work and having a hard day, I can always remember the old saying, "dream in your sleep like no one's watching, watch people sleep like they're dreaming", and then I remember what's important in life. it's time to dance like no one's watching and sing like I'm the Drummer Boy himself. IT's time for life. It's time for Flagstaff. It's time for love.
*The above post was written by H. Quinn as D. Turner.*
posted by Travelin' D @ 5:22 PM
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