I’ve previously posted how much my broader life experience in Yakima was advanced in my few weeks of vacation.
My first-ever two-week vacation, which took place the summer of 1979, enlightened me on the importance of having that second week for decompressing from my high-stress job. That particular bundle of “time off” included camping in the North Cascades and the eastern side of the Olympic Peninsula, attending the multi-day sessions of North Pacific Yearly Meeting at St. Martin’s College, and dashing down to San Francisco, which turns out to be the only time I’ve been in California to date. Meaning, unlikely to happen a second time.
As I revisited my journal entries, I was surprised to see Kitty attended yearly meeting with me. So we were together the whole time, though often squabbling? Remember, I was under incredible stress in the office …
So much happened in those two weeks that rather than serialize the experience here, I’ve made them available in two free downloads at my Thistle Finch blog:
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I do call this “an unconventional travelogue,” since it includes poetry as well as prose.
And this is the poetry chapbook.
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As I observed, there was a lot of tension betwixt us. And with me, much more.
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As I noted on our return:
Silver Vain arrived today. So strange to see a poem in type. Every nuance is different.
Sunday, last day of vacation: Loving in the morning, how long since? How wonderful. She usually prefers afternoons, but too hot these days.
Such wind, won’t stop all night. Strange weather.
Strange how much this home is tied to the office.
(Should I buy a paper today to see what’s been happening?)
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From Spiralbound Cascadia with commentary.
