09/15/2014: After waiting nearly an hour to pay my property tax, I learned my cashier’s check — purchased for an amount quoted over the phone — was $5.05 short, I had no cash on me, and the adjacent ATM was down due to remodel construction . . . yet I was saved by a kind elderly woman who overheard my plight and paid the extra, asking in return that I simply pay it forward to someone else in the future.
09/16/2014: I attended the Pete Fromm reading at Shakespeare and Co., one of my favorite writers, and I was happy to not be disappointed; it was an inspiring evening, particularly in how I kick the whole thing around in my head in the aftermath.
09/17/2014: Even in her simple introduction to The Best American Travel Writing: 2013, which she edited, I find Elizabeth Gilbert’s “chatty” style of writing (The Last American Man; Eat, Pray, Love) to be teeth-gnashingly annoying.
09/18/2014: I’ve decided Julia and I need to figure out a way to get a syndicated fashion column published somewhere, because as we turn in another batch of articles for the Missoulian‘s upcoming Fall Fashion insert, I realize it’s a blast and we’re pretty decent at it, even with such a short turnaround time.
09/19/2014: A quote from songwriter/musician Steve Earle, with whom I have a love/hate relationship, from an interview in American Songwriter magazine that I would do well to remember: “I’m an artist from the ground up, from the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to bed.”
09/20/2014: Another round of photographs on behalf of Betty’s Divine, a process which, while improving, is still for me largely an exercise in one finger on the shutter and two crossed behind my back in hopes the pictures turn out.
09/21/2014: Instead of band practice on a gorgeous sunny day I opted for a long hike, which did everything it needed to to flush my brain of detritus.