Nostalgia

Last night I was cleaning up and ran across an old journal of mine. Mostly in the past, I carried my journal everywhere and wrote and wrote...Mostly sort-of-poems. I'm struck by how good they were - and how utterly rough. I'm also struck by the fact that I often do not feel poetic these days. And now I wonder, where did that go?

It got me thinking about when I lived in DC and all the people that I knew there. That's sometimes a good thing...sometimes not. I even played Nina Simone for a bit and thought about my sweet crush from that time.

Needless to say, I had quite a detour from cleaning up.

I also spoke to the Friday's date and had a great conversation...former Deadhead, bass player, sometime surfer and skier. I feel pretty confident we will be able to tolerate at least a couple hours in each other's company.

I think I'll take a look at some of that old stuff I've written again and maybe work on it...