Irregular — a regular
May. 30th, 2007 02:30 amI biked downtown tonight for my last mocha at Uncommon Grounds, only to find it wrapped in plastic and scaffolds. They've been tearing apart the space next door for a few weeks, getting ready to expand southward, and I guess today they closed up shop in order to start knocking out the walls between them. It's fitting, in a way; the old Uncommon Grounds is going away just as I am, and whatever it's becoming I won't be here to see it. The wall that supported my right shoulder for so many hours is knocked down just as I no longer need it. It's a bit silly to be nostalgic for a coffee shop, I guess, but I probably wouldn't be writing a book right now if it weren't for Uncommon Grounds.
Yesterday K and I said goodbye (more successfully) to the Adirondacks. We took a low-impact hike through tall stands of spruce to the Goldmine Stream falls, where water tumbles down over big caramel-colored blocks of stone. We saw a fish trying to swim up the falls, just a squirm of spotted brown and a tail flip before it was pushed back down again.
Earlier today I found a four-leaf clover growing beside the road. Good omens, good omens — it's all gonna be good, right?
(Note to self: take a picture of the giant fungus growing out of the tree by the Springs Motel.)
Yesterday K and I said goodbye (more successfully) to the Adirondacks. We took a low-impact hike through tall stands of spruce to the Goldmine Stream falls, where water tumbles down over big caramel-colored blocks of stone. We saw a fish trying to swim up the falls, just a squirm of spotted brown and a tail flip before it was pushed back down again.
Earlier today I found a four-leaf clover growing beside the road. Good omens, good omens — it's all gonna be good, right?
(Note to self: take a picture of the giant fungus growing out of the tree by the Springs Motel.)