hard things

Logan wants to know how long he is “going to stare at this damn picture of your Jeep,” and Pat has started using all caps when insisting that I get off my butt and write something.  So, courtesy of all the demanding men in my life — or at least on my Gchat list — here I am.

A text message, Sunday, June 20, 7:24 pm: “It is really weird when someone comes to visit you from out of town and you have to explain things in LA culture that seem perfectly normal to you.”

Me: “Such as?”

Her: “Why you have to arrive at a popular movie theater a half hour before showtime of a movie in its first weekend.”

Me: “Dude, is that abnormal other places?”

Twin-Clouds, originally uploaded by Wandering 101.

I am having that familiar urge to be other places, so I’m bound for Seattle this weekend.  Annie Dillard wrote of the Pacific Northwest, “I came here to study hard things — rock mountain and salt sea — and to temper my spirit on their edges.”  I am going to bring my journal, and sit on the seawall, and temper as best I can.