July 17, 2003
Salt Lake City, Utah, USA1pm. - Checking out Weblogs Compendium I found The Arts in Therapy blog.
6:27pm. I've begun creating "It's time to hook-up again" postcard series:
I've been very productive today, finishing the last of four beaded dragonflies to be sent home to mom, sisters and niece, and created a piece to keep hair out of my face.
"I'm so sweaty" Meg said, getting up from laying on the bed, changing pillows to sit straight on facing the fan yogi style in the lotus position."You can only feel it's coolness when you are this close."
Rufus Wainwright is on the CD player. I'm making a tape of favorite tunes for my little sister.
"So I'm moving out, taking some storage down to moms, then on the road. Livin' out of the Van," Meg told Jason.
"Where will you park?" he returned.
"Mountains or ocean or something like that. Meg dicided it was not right to have a room mate. Not that it was me. She's very New York."
"I need money," Jason recalled a debt.
"Does this interest you?" Meg pointed at the TV.
"I got things."
"I acceept the challenge."
"You could go washing windows with me. More fun with two people."
"Is it under the table?"
"Yes," he agreed.
"I don't want to be a spokesperson."
"You take one side of the street. I'll take the other... going down the street passing out cards, then go back and do them one at a time together."
"When are you going?"
"Whenever I want."
"I met black me the other day. And he met white him. Funny." -Nate
