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Spring. Finally.
Yesterday was the last day of winter. Early in the morning I drove down to Cambridge to help Simon move. The Vinyl Cafe was on the radio -- a story about Winnipeg and this crazy elm growing in the middle of a goddamn street. When the city tried to cut it down all the women in the neighborhood linked their arms around it. But it was useless. ( Read more... ) -
On the move
Despite all my fucking tough talk about using spreadsheets to track everything from how often the dog poops to how much radishes cost at the corner store, I make most of my decisions by stumbling around blindly and grasping at things.
Take last week, for instance.
I figured it was time for me to move out of Jason's basement. I wanted a place ( Read more... )
