Glide Path

3:31 PM, Friday afternoon. Glide path.

I feel like I’m on a smooth glide path to Summer. Things are bright here -- accentuated by dashes of lemon, new green, and white. The air is warming and now carries the subtle perfumes of Spring. I’m calm, expectant, and just a bit lazy at the moment. But it all feels good.

Tomorrow, a bunch of friends and I are going to see Dick Dale (the king of surf guitar -- don’t ya know). This will be the third year in a row that we’ve seen him. It’s sort of funny digging surf guitar in Pittsburgh (we’re not exactly noted for our beaches here) but Dick Dale always puts on a great show. I just may do a shot of tequila -- I have a hankering.

Spring of course brings to mind spring cleaning -- and I’ve been, well, thinking about that at least. There are quite a few things I’d like to fix up with this journal and with my website in general. Moving from the cyber world to the real finds a number of projects waiting for me there, as well. I will get around to all of them eventually.

But, like I said, I’m feeling smooth and Spring-lazy at the moment.

I got another one of Edward Gorey’s books last week. This is one of his earlier collections called Amphigorey. Great stuff! His intricate and macabre drawings never fail to amaze, amuse, and captivate me. One of these days I am going to get a framed drawing of his.

Right outside my window the birds are chirping and I can see blooming daffodils and tulips. God, the air smells so good.

I think I’ve sat inside here long enough...

--- JWR, 4/10/98