august

i love august. particularly in western washington. it is just about perfect.

i feel this huge push to get my house in order. purge excess stuff. fix the shower. stain the fence. grade the driveway. get the gardens ready for third plantings. finish ripping out the carpets, and figure out what to do with the floors. and get a roommate. stat.

i am both motivated and overwhelmed. the house is torn up until i can get some help with the rest of the carpet.

but i don't feel like i can do much else until i get these things crossed off my list. most hanging out is taking place at my place. and don't mind me if i'm pulling up tackboard or weeds while you tell me about your day.

and... don't be surprised if i call a work party here soon. but, don't worry, there will be plenty of music, and beer, and good food, and fun. and appreciation on my part.

i'm grateful for a lot these days. even though i did just hit the hell out of my hand with a hammer. i should wear my glasses while i work....

auagust makes me think of arkansas. cotton fields. here's the song running through my head today-

she by gram parsons, though i'm partial to the pretenders cover

she, she came from the land of the cotton
land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
and she, she worked and she slaved so hard
a big old field was her back yard in the delta sun
ooh, but she sure could sing
ooh, she sure could sing
then he looked down and he took a little pity
the whole town swore he decided he'd help her some
but he didn't mind if she wasn't very pretty
for deep inside his heart he knew she was the only one
ooh, but she sure could sing
yeah, she sure could sing
she had faith, she had believing
she led all the people together in singing
and she prayed every night to the lord up above
singing hallelujah, ooh hallelujah
they use to walk singing songs by the river
even when she knew for sure she had to go away
and she never knew what her life had to give her
and never had to worry about it for one single day
ooh my but she sure could sing
ooh, she sure could sing
she had faith, she had believing
led all the people together in singing
and she prayed every night to the lord up above
singing hallelujah, ooh hallelujah
she, she came from the land of the cotton
land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
and she, she worked and she slaved so hard
a big old field was her back yard in the delta sun
ooh, but she sure could sing
my, my, my she sure could sing
ooh, yeah she sure could sing
ooh, she sure could sing