With new eyes

As is probably pretty obvious by the dearth of postings, I’ve been a little out of it the past couple of weeks. With the end of school, I entered a kind of a funk. I wasn’t depressed or anything, I just didn’t want to talk to people or try to keep up with the world. My unread items at Bloglines was pretty high, and after a brief skimming through most of it this morning, I’ve decided I didn’t miss out on much (and I doubt the world missed much of me either, so it’s all fair). I’ve also been trying to correct a completely abnormal sleep schedule that was leaving me pretty much exhausted all the time. I think I finally got it beat though. I hope this week to get back into the regular swing of things. I need to find a new book to read, get some writing done, and find a new place to live. The next couple of months of my life are going to see a lot of changes. It’ll be good to face it all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

It’s mornings like these I really miss those lazy Saturday mornings I’d spend reading at the top of Queen Anne hill in Seattle. It was so relaxing to sit in the sun, sip an iced drink, read a good book, and watch the people go by, while working on my farmer’s tan. This morning I went to the local 24 hour Mexican joint and got a breakfast burrito with ham and an extra helping of grease (to give my arteries a challenge). Then I walked to the local Circle K and got an all too small V8. There I learned Elvis was still alive and will be running for President in ’08. Talk about a dark horse candidate! Such is life in Salem, Oregon.

2 thoughts on “With new eyes

  1. Remember that block on Queen Anne that has a Cafe Lladro, Tully’s, and a Starbucks on one corner? It’s like a dream come true up there! I share your good memories with that wonderful hilltop, Steve.

  2. Yeah, I’d usually sit out in front of the Tully’s because it got the sun in the late morning and early afternoon. Starbucks wasn’t just only on the shady side of the street but also it was way too popular so it was hard to even get a seat outside.

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