Reunition
Gee whiz the hands have been flying around here. Seems like every day I poke my head up out of the fray dang near 'nother week's gone past.
Among the multitudes, there have been big things brewing on this side of the screen, the nature of which I intend to share in a composed, intentional and highly illustrative, poetic, philosophical and visionary manner. Soon.
On the other side of that screen, though, is that darn phenomenon by the name of reality. So often we (I) say that I'll get to that essay, when there is time to make it nice. So often, I encounter gorillas with eagle talons and bees in their mouths, and when I try to get past them to turn on the hose, they bellow and shoot bees at me. And when I finally battle my way past, scratched up breathless stung and shaken, as I turn on the hose, there is a moment of universal blessing, a hint at a message embedded in the battle. And I say to myself I say, "hm." And I figure I'll get back to that moment. I'll think about that moment. I'll dig in, I'll dwell, I'll pick it apart, I'll evaluate the wisdom in that battle. When there's time.
And so, on the eve of a great groundshaking Move, once again, I (we) face the intrinsic challenge of making time in the face of our absurd To Do's. Because there is never time. It's what you make of it. And it is available when you make it.
So anyway.
Two weekends ago I went up to Okanogan with the crew to roast a pig for the FOURTH ANNUAL WASHINGTON YOUNG FARMERS MIXER.
Jay and I got up at 1 in the AM to start the fire under Hernie, the fatso pig, who's end was met due to his herniated balls, that Chandler brought up from Walla Walla. Mostly, we alternated cat naps on the hay bales and stoking the fire.
I took some photos in the morning, but accidentally lost my inspiration when I accidentally drank too much beer and bourbon in the afternoon before anyone showed up. So for this year, you'll have to activate your imagination to see what it looked like with hundreds of joyous Okanoganites schmoozin' and eating roast pig and pickin' banjers round the fire and the band playing in the pole barn with feet a twirlin' and a flappin' on the floor.
in the dawn light
jorgen, breakfasting
jorgen, breakfasting 2
chandler, getting down on a pear
jay, getting down on something
luscious asian pear
