Roadbenders

Blue dust of evening over my city, Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads, Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers. -Sara Teasdale

I’m listening to Pete Yorn. I always have to mention what I’m listening to, because if I’m on the computer I’m listening to music. When J.’s friend was out this past weekend, I warned her in the car – “If a good song comes on, I will make a fool of myself singing and dancing
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B. threw us a little party last night to give us a chance to get a few of our friends together before we leave. It was a nice evening. J.’s friend S. from high school was out here for the weekend, and I got to see a few people I hadn’t seen for awhile. I
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Oh man. I feel like a teenager in the year 1975 (“Jimmy Page is playing my PAIN, man!!”) – this Zeppelin song makes me cry every time I hear it now. The soft surf riffs that remind me of every day I have ever spent near the ocean, listening to the Beach Boys and the
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Well, we’re off. Deposit has been placed on a cute two-bedroom apartment in north Kansas City. Two beds, two FULL baths, fireplace – and the crowning glory, a dishwasher. I have never seen such luxury. And to celebrate my newfound largesse (apartment-wise), I’m kicking off this blog to log my journey from California to Kansas
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