lazy friday afternoon

the cars are passing to and fro, the roadwork has stopped but the yellow lines are not on there yet..this week has been fraught with stalled traffic while the road crew laid rock and then tar, and we waited.  at the minimart I got stuck through two passes of the traffic back into the town because the stop sign holder ignored us all waiting there patiently and the other cars were allowed to pass us by.  that was the way that I was going berry picking but since it took a half hour to just get to the minimart and look for my berry picking partner, I gave it up and moved lumber under the deck instead.  I did get a fence built as well so it wasn't a total loss.  the weather has been so glorious it's been a challenge to do anything but just be out in it and feel the warmth.  i'm still hanging clothes on the line but I keep feeling like this may be the last time I do that.  I've been to the ocean at neah bay, eaten pizza with my friend and did some shopping at Washburns where I got the yogurt special, some meats, some chips...the usual...oh yeah, a package of mushrooms, yum...
I finished a book, the Friday Night Knitting Club which was good until it got too sad and I finished it but I wasn't happy that the story turned out the way it did.  Watched a movie Guess Who with Ashton Kutcher and the black guy I call Benny Truax but don't think that's the guy's name.  It was billed as a comedy but to me it wasn't funny at all...when you tell a joke it's supposed to be funny but kutcher got in big trouble with his fiancee's family because the jokes were about black people and they just got really uptight with him.   I don't know that he's such a funny guy anyway...Space Aliens took my Car was probably his funniest movie, Kutcher...now there was a bit of silly comedy worth laughing about..
Also watched some of Platoon, again...revisiting the Viet Nam saga..
have to go outside now and lie in the sun or start moving around instead of sitting here in front of the computer, hmmm...

The Island

just read that book by Elin Hildebrand and it was a good one for a bus trip to Bellingham.  I started it out remembering living on the East Coast but I hadn't been to New Caanan although I'd been through Jersey a time or two and knew people from Hoboken when I was at St. Martin's.  These guys in the story take their summer home in Cape cod at Nantucket, next island out apparently for a month in summer.  There's all kinds of marital stuff in the story, people loving each other since they were seventeen, one gal, one daughter, falling for a budding rock star, the other daughter, shaving of heads, rock star lover's daughter, mother the very good cook and sister/auntie with the name India...which we just saw Gone with the Wind after hmm, can't say when I last saw THAT, but there's an India Wilkes in Gone wit hthe Wind and would youname a child after a name in a movie?  I don't about India, naming a kid that, but she was and she was with the Philadelphia art stuff...I am not going into detail here about that and don't need clarification other than to say our gallery was named Madams Organ...and now there's a bar named Madams Organ and I had an art exhibit at Madams Organ and it was called 'Radical Surfaces Changing' and it was reviewed in the Washington Post...so that's my story and I'm sticking to it...I wore a chiffon number black and white from the fifties and a beaded Indian (again as above) necklace looked Chippewa maybe and had my hair in a french roll for the opening...Vigo played and there was no audience so he played an hour and then he said he'd be going and I said fine, them's the breaks kiddo so he went
I stuck with The Island through the three days at my son's house, between this that and the other and I saved the very end of the book for the trip back but I'd had it finished before the ferry docked in Port townsend.  The last line of the story was 'okay baby okay' so I was left to interpret how the rock star dude gets back to real time with the pawn he created in his brother's fiancee...I never know why these happen but they do I guess..what I remember in college was it was my boyfriend's ROOMMATE, Freeley, that I was as nuts about as this gal's fiance's brother...Freeley who said something about me...like heknew..like she in the book knew...like that was it..that was the connection...that was the one you could love...Iknew that about Freeley...and Freeley left college..we found him parking cars in a lot in Seattle.  Freeley, my heart hummed and sang with it...and he became a lawyer...the stud muffin...he wasn't anyting in the campus movers and shakers just a regular guy but one that made my heart spin...just now, remembering it...there he is, causing a ziiinnnggggg...to recall it...oh yeah and I saw his car..that goofy thing he drove all wings in the back...with the spare tire in its own little casket on the trunk, shorter than the big impalas of the day, more like a studebaker in design but that wasn't it..and I saw one in Bellingham and I thought, Freeley...well, I didn't like myname then, back in the days of Freeley, it was Higgins and we were at Catholic school, and Freeley didn't last he dropped out because as I gathered it, he didn't want to get into his roommates way with me, which was really unfortunate because that guy turned out to try and run my life,  like why the character in Island has to ditch him and break the engagement...I didn't get that chance but there it was...and in my life Freeley went back to seattle and his mother worked for Senator Magnuson...I knew that much...I looked him up...Freeley, the guy with the cool hair and Irish freckles like me...that was the first big crush I'd had..the serious one, him, Freeley...and Island..the Island, the story, is exactly what Imight have done were the situation a little different than it was...but Freeley knew he and I had been built out of the same magnet that went ZAP...when two people met like we did first days of college...him talking like he was just ordinary cool and me like I know there was a million other women in the world that might get to first base with Freeley before I did...and then he was gone, something about 'tell that Karin girl''..and I never knew what, tell me what...whew...I don't know that I ever betrayed myself because I was attached with all kinds of obligations to Freeley's roommate..and I was really never interested in him the wayI felt about Freeley...it was always Freeley and Freeley went off to Seattle and I've never seen him again...and it was Freeley that I loved...and though I think it'd be great if I got postcard that said 'okay baby okay'...that happenedin 1969...so you know...that was a while ago...maybe I'm just reflecting on romances and glad that there was the post card in this story...Freeley the last time I saw him he was in a navy jumpsuit in a parking garage in seattle and he hadn't cut his hair