At the end of July I left Indiana for my month of west coast weddings, truly sad to say goodbye to friendly little summertime Bloomington. In the last week of errand running I tried to freeze some of the local characters in my memory – the preternaturally enthusiastic checker at the drugstore, my favorite mailman, the two warm and gregarious ladies that run my favorite café/antique store. I was happy to leave my tiny study tank of a studio but a bit sad to fold up my Murphy bed for the very last time.
It was a sweet and pleasant couple of months, especially considering that summer is usually my least favorite season. I found it hard to complain though, with nothing to do but go places, see people, and read/digest at least two books per day. I planned many a blog post in my head but hardly a one made it onto the interwebs.
August brought weddings and a few panicked weeks of exam-prep wrap-up. In the anti-climactic moping that followed the completion of my written exams on August 19th I picked up Montana’s copy of the first Harry Potter. And so it began. So I’m sorry if I haven’t blogged, or called you, or written on your wall. Blame Voldemort. In San Francisco, Bloomington and Seattle I went to bars/shows/lunch dates/parties or just sat on buses and trains, taking every possible opportunity to sneak away and read.
Here is how the last few weeks looked in pictures and in books:
Riding Seattle's new light rail (book 1):



Rainier Beach station is close to my mother's house in South Seattle and has my favorite public art of all: stele against which one can measure one's height relative to types of horses, neolithic men, or dinosaurs. I am approximately the same height as a Euoplocephalus.



Seattle -> San Francisco on the Amtrak (books 1 & 2):








