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Sunday, August 31, 2003 Goddamn, what a beautiful day. Blues playing on the radio, kitchen door open allowing in cricket music and sunlight that wanes and swells with passing clouds. Each time the light pouring in the windows brightens, I find my already fine frame of mind brightening with it, at times sending me out the door and down the stoop to the grass that spreads away in all directions, my feet pulling me off in whatever direction calls. Me feeling like I might lift up away from the ground with the slightest breeze, simply take off with no effort whatsoever, the house, barn and yard receding as the Vermont air takes me. Four pair of newly waterproofed boots and shoes sit arrayed on the concrete steps of the stoop. Inside, books, CDs, notebooks, pens/pencils, software manuals, a basket of biscotti can all be found comfortably strewn on the dining room table and the nearby wing of the kitchen counter. Tomatoes grouped by the kitchen sink ripen to a deep, soft red. Out the front window, the green hills that flank this valley wander away to the north, shadows created by passing clouds drifting slowly across their slopes. A long weekend, feeling light, relaxed, untethered. Ahhhhh, yeah. ******* The latest installment of the Not That You Asked Dept. -- recordings that have recently spent some time on my CD player: Concert By The Sea -- Errol Garner Trace -- Son Volt Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia -- The Dandy Warhols The Last Great Concert, Vol. I & II -- Chet Baker Live At The Point -- Christy Moore Musicforthemorningafter -- Pete Yorn Yankee Hotel Foxtrot -- Wilco Ritual -- MÃsia Goldberg Variations -- Glenn Gould Veni Vidi Vicious -- The Hives rws 2:47 PM [+]
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