Hi. I’m back from my vacation. We went to the Sasquatch Music Festival at the Gorge Amphitheater in Quincy, Washington, along the Columbia River Gorge. Three days of amazing music, bands new and old, brilliant camping alongside our friends Will and Natalie, and vista upon sweeping vista. Followed by a day and night at Cave B Inn & Winery (next door to the Gorge), complete with massages for both of us.
Musical highlights (check out these bands now): Mumford & Sons, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes, Vetiver, Tallest Man on Earth, The National, MGMT, Band of Horses, LCD Soundsystem, and of course They Might Be Giants. Disappointing sets: Ween (sorry!), She & Him, Portugal the Man, My Morning Jacket, Pavement. And, it must be said, we left after one song of Public Enemy because the sound kept shorting out way in the back where we were. But they looked like they were having fun up there. We also missed Broken Social Scene, The Posies, and The New Pornographers. So it goes.
We got back Wednesday evening. Thursday was my first day reporting for duty across the alley at Sands Costner & Associates, the boutique marketing agency behind my house where I am now a part-time employee. So far so good; just getting the lay of the land still. Friday I was back up in Seattle for a volunteer shift at the Greenwood Space Travel Supply Company and 826 Seattle. It rained all week. Saturday it did not rain, and I could be found in the yard with Angie, tending to our overgrown garden and lawn. Sunday we cleaned house. We finally got our upstairs craft room/office space set up—see the day’s photo!—so I’ll now be writing from this clean, well-lighted place. The photos may look different henceforth: the lighting is better up here so my computer takes better images.
Ah, enough of the boring biographical catch-up. I’m going to resume my fictional writing, and will post as soon as I have something.
Cheers—and good to be back!