9.19.2009

morning



Woke up to no rain this morning, which was a good thing -- yesterday was a combination of Night on Bald Mountain and the slow violins for the last days of blue skies and summer. The creek bed that was bone dry the night before was a milk-chocolate fountain at every bend. This does not bode well for a dry, frolicking grape picking on Monday. Mud fight, anyone?

Have worked up to this trip with a good amount of anticipation and need to Plan, with that capital P, for What's Next. Eyes popped open around 5 a.m. in mid-dream panic of not knowing what exactly it was that I was planning. Wondering if I'm thinking too hard and dwelling on the knowing, instead of just enjoying the doing.