unwashed old woman

I haven't showered since Thursday. I caught a whiff of myself as I was walking around Bernal this afternoon, wearing the huge Waubonsie hoodie David gave me. Looking, no doubt, like a woman who doesn't much care what she looks (or smells) like. I walked up the hill and back down, and did some grocery shopping. Also bought wine and whiskey at the bevmo.

Over the weekend I rediscovered Dean and Britta -- the CD Nola burned for me is playing now, as the sky clouds up. It might rain soon.

On xmas afternoon I walked to Heron's Head with Alka. Brad drove over with the dogs and all of us walked out to the end of the spit. These photos are from a solo walk a couple of weeks ago. It has been cold these past few days, which means I don't smell as unwashed as I might otherwise. I'm happy to be home. Happy to be able to turn on the heater and sit close to it. Happy to think that my kitchen and bedroom and the back room will be warmer when there are new windows and insulation. These past few mornings there has been condensation blocking my view out those windows.