I decided to start doing what’s called a One-Sentence Journal. I’d heard about it before, then it popped up again in an awful book I read that I’m too horrified to even mention, and I figured what the hell. It also gives me an opportunity to use up the growing pile of Field Notes I’ve been accumulating.
So the idea is that at the end of each day I write one sentence. Could be anything; an observation, an anecdote, I don’t know. Every week I’ll post a week’s worth here. That’s the plan anyway. So here’s the first week. . . .
- 07/01/2013: I found myself in the company of James Lee Burke while waiting for a tire repair at Les Schwab.
- 07/02/2013: Crawling into bed with a very sore knee, surrounded by panting, freaked-out dogs on account of the goddamn neighbor shooting off fireworks, the fancy clock on my nightstand tells me it is 86.9° F in my bedroom.
- 07/03/2013: In nearly 10 years or so I can count on one hand the number of times Julia has nagged me, though tonight at Albertson’s she chided me into buying a new toothbrush, saying, “Yours looks like the one from that apocryphal story about the guy vacationing in Jamaica.”
- 07/04/2013: With the recovered AC blowing, Julia has taken to calling the bedroom “Groovy Island.”
- 07/05/2013: No matter how hot the weather, I’d rather spend several hours on the river fly fishing than floating on an inner tube.
- 07/06/2013: Even with modern transportation, there is enough of interest within a 50-75 mile radius of here to keep an outdoor-minded person in action for a lifetime.
- 07/07/2013: Reading some of the history of Butte, I’m surprised that whole town doesn’t just collapse into one big, deep, dark, toxic hole.
Anyone want to offer a One-Sentence Journal of your past week?