| today i had the great good fortune of working for/with
arne. it was the first
time i'd done any manual labor since i broke my wrist and it felt great,
happy, and sane. |
what is purpose? whatever we can see in the sweep of our
headlights on a curving road at night. waiting to be picked up at 8:30 a.m.,
i sip my coffee and think... |
they really knew how to build 'em then... tearing up hardwood
floors of 1911 house on queen anne, popping boards to get at paper &
shiplap, each nail driven by hand. |
