Contrasts. Friday, a day with fellow bloggers, Pamela Slim, Matthew Scott, Chris Guillebeau, Mark something-or-other. A vegetarian dinner at the apartment of a young brilliant writer world traveler, young. No children young. Dedicated to writing and nonconformity young.
The new car, the condo, the midsummer late light, talking to Vange about everything — and I mean everything — gone wrong. Temperatures, arguments, misunderstandings, worries, and more temperatures. Little children with 103 and more.
A long very quiet and peaceful drive home, the new car humming. A long very busy summer afternoon, a strange moment of peace in the garden at dinner time, a very pleasant drive for errands with Timmy waving his curly hair at the open window, laughing in the carwash, and nodding off to sleep while I drove up and around the curves in the mountains.
And a good talk with Paul. Disasters probably averted, at least for now.
Clouds on the horizon.
The heart of summer.
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