but in the city / in which I love you, / no one comes, no one / meets me in the brick clefts; / in the wedged dark

So, it's been a while.  My goal of at-least-a-post-a-week-and-hopefully-two-or-three is out the window.  Not that I haven't seen things to love or admire or be awed by.  It's just that I haven't taken the time to reflect or document them.  And I sort of have three posts in the works, but they're not quite ready to go.  So this is just a little catch up

Since I last wrote, I visited Portland again.  Lovely place.  Good food.  Good friends.  Good times.  I saw more of the city, bought some books at Powell's (poetry!), had crepes (and beers) at Lana's, saw a show (with the craziest homeless man outside hassling the doorman), ran into some San Diego friends randomly on Hawthorne. Of course, the Monday I had to leave town was the most gorgeous day.  The sun was shining, and that city in the sunlight is one of the more beautiful things I've seen in the recent past.  And now I'm home again, working, doing the things I need to do to get through the days, enjoying what I can, which, though it might not sound like there's much, is actually a lot.  Walking, cooking, reading, music, sassy bus drivers, tea.  Life.  Is.  Good.