6.29.00

Today I was Word Ginsu. Heeyaa! CHOP. I even called Mr. S on the phone -bypassing email- to ask, "What did you mean by this?" He'll never know what hit his article when it goes live. +++ I've been riding my bike to work, short ins and long roundabout outs in these early days of my 29th year. Passed the mark and now no different...no different, just the same and heightening yet sense of being incredibly, inexorably dynamic. Saturday night Angela packed henna mud into my hair and now my hair is red. The young man selling cherries on the Burke Gilman actually put his hand in my hair while I was sucking the meat from a pit and said, You have the most beautiful hair. Sunday, at the convergence of 28 and 29, Angela and I went for hike on high and snowy Johnston Ridge to the north and east off of the Skykomish. From the clearing 2.25 miles in, glacier peak and Mount Furnow blazing white still deep in snow. We, too, deep in snow through wood and clearing. I suppose we risked becoming lost, but I didn't feel it. One other encountered party mentioned that a compass was required to find the way. Another party, found near the top, had previously been lost and wandering the snowy slope in search of the correct way down. When they saw us, they greeted us with relief.

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