September 4, 2006
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Senor Blues
Senor Blues… ala Taj Mahal
“Senor Blues is what they call him,
way down Mexicali way
Senoritas fallin’ for him,
with the hope that he will stay
By the time that they love him,
Senor Blues done gone awayWell he’s tall and good lookin’
and he always knows just what to say
Yes he’s tall and good lookin’
and he always knows just what to say
By the time that they love him,
Senor Blues done gone away”The boys left the room before the girls and I got up. We had breakfast looking out over the mountains, beautiful. I’ve been hatin’ on this area for so long that sometimes I forget to see how deeply gorgeous it is in places. the mountains in Leavenworth, the Cascades, are as big and impressive as the alps. Firsthand I can confirm this. Lake Chelan is crisp, cold, and clear blue, fed by a glacier. I’m thinking I need to learn to bloom where I’m planted. There must be a reason I’m here.
So anyway, the boys didn’t come back till after check out time, causing me much freak-out-age, the result of which meant the girls didn’t get to swim.
I had to do it. The voices told me. It was the RIGHT thing to do. I used my one phone call on Fodon. I hope she shows up with bail.
Comments (6)
i like taj. “ain’t nobodys business” nice.
ain’t nobody’s business IF I do…
Blooming where you’re planted gives you the opportunity to stretch yourself out and slowly take over…like mint or bamboo…keep that in mind.
-M
yeah it is pretty there. And coming from someone that moved to a place where they thought the better cultural opportunties would make a huge difference: There’s something about the landscape that makes you feel like home. I I really miss that landscape.
And that it’s not summer for five fucking months.
I didn’t recieve a call. Therefore, I’m assuming you didn’t do anything. Illegal. Yet. Phones on, though.
Mucho beautious!
what a magnificant vista…