the first tulips of the year are out, and they are yellow.
1, 2, & 3:
4 & 5:
6 & 7:
My latest piece is up on the New York Moon’s April site.
Check it out.
Thanks to all that came to the Tree of Life reading on Sunday. I left a number of copies of Scrub there for purchase, there are a few copies at Santoro Books on Phinney Ridge, and they will soon be back in stock at Amazon.
Speaking of, I recently sold out of books on Amazon, but have no fear! They’ll be in stock again soon…more are on their way to Kentucky as we speak.
Filed under: getting out of the house
After a few months writing sentences at the kitchen table, I have finally gotten out of the house. I got so far out of the house, I crossed the country.
La Conner, Washington has a tulip festival. They weren’t out, but the dafs were blooming in full effect. Here they come:
It was raining and snowing and all sorts of trouble my first week home. Then the sun came out. This kind of weather makes Seattle folk stupid-happy:
We got to Whidbey Island by way of Deception Pass.
We’ve got a new guard dog in Seattle: Penny. Life is better with bulldogs.
The hitlist continues, sans illustration:
Kader Attia at the Henry. Loved it more than the Rome show at SAM, both are great. Huge bowl of Penn Cove mussels on Penn Cove. Acox and the Legacy Quartet. Poached eggs at Glo’s. Mariners victory. Charles Lloyd on saxophone. Pints of Manny’s Pale Ale and Boundary Bay IPA. Vivace Coffee. Selling books. Sushi. Telecommuting. Chicken potpie. Greenlake. Ferries.
I’m having such a good time, I decided to have surgery. Hence the title.
