Back from the post office

One yellow envelope out to Japan. Another out to Portland. I decide that moving to Ohio has increased my stamp budget ten-fold.

I vowed to create on of these blog deals--as it seems that if you 'want to be somebody' then you must have a blog. Especially if you dabble in writing, or make writing your job. And, one of those is my case.

something like this:
person + blog + identity = somebody

Maybe word of mouth has changed to spotting blogs. I will write here instead of my journal. I'll give it a go--

here comes life in Ohio, ranch, Sego Lilies, pearls, leather belts, track meets, okanogan high school, birthdays, ultimate Frisbee, knitting, riding horses, organizing the harvest party, losing mother, finding love, dreaming out loud, pools of oil, gyms of sweat, late night peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, jogs by the river, baking bread, listening to Fields of Gold, learning Spanish, and a full analysis of the rain vs. the sun. Am I done yet?

We will see. I will write. I will be patient with myself. I will probably drink green tea at the same time.