Little Edie

Friday was coffees & goat mountain pizza served by the cutest smile. The weatherman was wrong, a weekend full in sun, the sky blue on our drive south. We had been craving shopping, almost creating chaos in order to claim it retail therapy. We bought ourselves warm weather things, came into Ballard for dinner on nw market with Z. Mavis in town from Big Sky, MO. Looked at pictures of home projects, talked about parents and beards and careers. Heard werd from LB about the Brooks 100-year party with its lasers and elites, about gushing to desi davila. Mads J. and I met at Chucks for a pint with her Michigan buds, an instantly welcoming, beautiful set of friends who delved in conversations of pups, clamming and their obsession with doritos which is evidenced below. Feeling like a little family; how wonderful life is when you can connect so quickly to several people all at once - is this what happy is?

The coloradoans didn't arrive til near 1am. We piled into Mad J.'s packed car (incl. bike), with Farley, Conor, Davis, Davis' patchouli smellin' woman, and myself riding the top of all the luggage and gear like a surfbort. Farles got exasperated and peed on everyone's feet which was a nice introduction. I enjoyed the mini reunion, sad and eye-opening all at once. Headed over to our place for the night, at Mad. J's Michy-friend, Jess' home. The girl is rad, her home stacked in food magazines, excellent taste in lit; an incredible host, making au lattes for us in the morning. Us girls lolled around in her bed with Simone, a gremlin of a dog. She inspired me, so I stealth-took images of her home like the true creeper I am. See below:

Michy-friend Jess was planning a clamming trip, writing up meal plans, and Mads J demonstrated proper clam protraction:

We had some toast & coffee, then the little family took me to a meetup run with LB. It was good the little family dropped me off together, as I could save face that way, for some reason; I couldn't start crying beside the cheap plants lining the grocery store's entrance. In a second, they were gone, taking my lover with them. LB & I ran 16 miles along the burke gilman trail, which was a great long run to share, being our longest and only one together since Beantown. Thankfully, there was much to talk about, holding distraction like a comfort blanket. We made it just in time for the bolt back to Bellingham; wet-nap camp-bathing the salt off, rushing to put a tight dress on, then to the bar for a couple large celebratory parties - for love and for birth, exasperated until - I had that first glass of Zinfadel. Then, a red carpet event: Out of Nothing.

I'm trying not to think about change. But, the room across the hall is a place I don't want to enter, and sleeping without her presence last night was uncomfortable. Thank goodness I'm moving. But then again, I won't be able to look at this everyday:

My neighbor