Regina Spektor at ChΓ’teau Ste. Michelle on Saturday. She was as excellent, charming, and beautiful as always! π΅
For a moment, I thought this was a connected sequence and I was baffled and laughing.
I rarely—extremely rarely!—post selfies, and now two in one week…but this appropriately displays my sad aging against the backdrop of the sea, a place of, if not the happiness I am apparently incapable of, at least comfort. (photo taken in Ocean Shores, WA).
Trying to write my way out. A losing battle, as are all fights with ourselves.
My once every three years or so selfie. Iβve gotten so old!
Either Spotify got caught in a loop or something weird happened with the connection to last.fm. I mean, I love Lana, but even I don’t listen to a single song 192 times in one day (and 41 more times the next day, apparently)!
Some of the farmers' market haul: hot sauces from hotbabe, Ukrainian pvlov and salad, and cards by mariamademe. Not pictured…fresh Rainier cherries, golden raspberries, boysenberries, fresh mozzarella in chipotle marinade, garlic dill dip, and more.
That moment in the file archive when you find something special.
Taylor Swiftβs new album might have droppedβ¦
New π Day: Letters of Ted Hughes. I’ve read bits and bobs here and there and it was well worth it! Brilliant poet, whatever his now-irrelevant personal baggage might be (I don’t have any insight into that and do not want to). π
Today’s tea: 2019 Gabpu Maocha from Liquid Proust. Tastes of chocolate and fruit.
Wilson Creek Beach, Klamath CA. The southern Oregon and far Northern California coasts are my favorite place in the US.
Happy, hot pups. Willow Bea Arthur and Ruthie Belle Ginsberg πΆ
Sometimes itβs the little gesturesβ¦
A Pilot Legance (not a typo) fountain pen I rediscovered in my obscene stash of pens. And a pro photo of the same make and model. I believe these were impressions of the Pilot Custom Heritage SE, but no longer made. Fantastic writer! βοΈ