One-Sentence Journal, Week Sixteen

  1. 10/14/2013:  I had the very odd sensation of feeling like I actually accomplished something meaningful in the 11th hour of the day this afternoon, on the day job, if only for the person I helped out.
  2. 10/15/2013:  After a long drive to Portland, I discovered that seeing my friend on his birthday and speaking a few words to the gathered crowd on his behalf, in the wake of his father’s sudden passing, was one of the most difficult and beautiful events I’ve ever been part of.
  3. 10/16/2013:  It was a grueling drive back from Oregon, but I was happy and eternally lucky to make it with my favorite person in the world.
  4. 10/17/2013:  Finally, after eight months of hoops-jumping and attendant bureaucratic bullshit, we closed the sale on the old house, which had become such an albatross around our necks, and I couldn’t be more relieved.
  5. 10/18/2013:  In a week comprised of an unprecedented amount of socializing, Julia and I closed the evening at an Octoberfest party hosted by some good friends, where we ate, drank a little, and otherwise made merry in this best season of the year.
  6. 10/19/2013:  A gorgeous fall day to spend helping my dad with chores around his place, and then taking the opportunity to do no more than sit in the shop and shoot the shit.
  7. 10/20/2013:  The pleasure of a finally-organized bookshelf.


Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

8 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Sixteen”

    1. It was tough. I was given an option to bow out, and I almost took it . . . but then decided against it. It was hard, but I’m glad I did the right thing.

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