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FRIENDS & FAMILY: Summer vacation is absolutely THE BEST. I want Squire home all the time. He's working on changing his screenplay into a short story or something. I don't know. He has summer goals. He makes me laugh every day. And Friar and I talk about nearly everything and I'm so glad to have known him so long and still be so blown away by everything he knows. Last night he was talking about Konrad Lorenz and summer pub behavior and I actually rested my chin on my hands and looked at him raptly. We're our own little enclave these days, inside this ghost town. Nearly all my other friends are out of town and we write or text each other but I have nobody who wants to meet me at the beer garden for like, maybe the rest of the month? It is kind of lonely.

FICTION: Loved Gilead. Not crazy about Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. Started reading Summer of Caprice last night and it was just about perfect for my mood, a little surrealist Czechish thing. Still working through Watership Down with Squire.

FUN: Oh the sun the sun the sun! It is lovely. Although I think the naked boys next door moved out (or maybe went on vacation) because there was a lady over there cleaning all the windows (YAY!) and then all the curtains were drawn (BOO!) and not a sign of them. We have ants and that is our only guest. The cottage is kind of awesome, though. These birds built a nest in the broken-down porch, and it's been fun watching her brood and now the parents both fetching worms for the babies. They seem to not mind us very much, though we do try to be a bit quieter around them (I guess, if they had the whole forest behind them and they built on the peoplehouse, that's what they get).

FLICKR: I have some pictures up on Flickr. Talk to me; how are you doing?

Comments

[Julia]

It is quiet and ghost town like here too. I'm just finishing a big project and now that the din from my computer has quieted down I can hear a pin drop when I open the balcony door. No lights are on in any of the windows of our courtyard.

[Rehor v (not as versus) Obrany]

We are just back from Albion, and something told me to look here. Perhaps Sophie told me today that she met you several months ago. Then I realised that I - finally - met Mike G on the evening when the Yanks drew with the Inglanders, a few weeks ago. Shout us up, we're doing not much out here in Obrany (though biggest J & J are away for two weeks on Indiancky Tabor).