Brad and I are procrastinating doing the packing and preparing the summer house for winter before we head home to Boulder tomorrow. There’s not really that much to do, especially since we leave most of our clothes and books here — but I’m unable to leave the various and sundry papers (New Yorker essays, fashion magazine layouts, advertisements, personal correspondence) that I collect about me wherever I go in a kind of nest. I think that makes me a pack rat. I bought nice new boxes from the post office and will fill them tonight and ship them tomorrow.
I am ready to go home. Here’s part of the reason: Boulder weather and Homer weather
And the other parts are my dogs and friends and family and house and community and life..
Thoughts In Random Patterns 