In Which it Doesn’t Quite Feel like Summer Yet…

While the rest of the country has been in the throes of a heat wave, we here in the Seattle area have been shivering into our wool coats and fuzzy boots with day after day of cold drizzle. Yesterday evening around 7 PM the sun broke out and it reached almost 70 degrees for the first time in ages. Summer? It barely feels like spring has arrived yet…

I confess I haven’t been spending enough time writing, but lots of time on administrative work for jobs and such. I turned in the grades for my National class; last weekend we had friends over to celebrate the new house, which was really fun (most popular foods: blanched asparagus with white bean hummus and chips with grilled watermelon salsa – the health conscious poets! and most popular drink, pomegranate champagne cocktail;) yesterday I attended my first ever city council meeting, and tonight I’ll go to my first HOA meeting. All over the place, appointments that I’ve put off for yearly doctor and dentist things. I feel too busy to read, even sit still for long, and when I do either something needs to be written up (still in the middle of finishing a book review and my class notes for the Port Townsend Writers Conference) or I need to respond to e-mails or…well, you know the feeling.

I am looking forward to a little more down time, a little more of a creative spark, a little time to wonder and ponder and pay attention to the insistent bird calls, the way the roses have snuck up on us with their blooms.