One-Sentence Journal, Weeks Sixty-Three and Sixty-Four

  1. 01/17/2016:  A quiet day passed in the studio reading, making some notes, and wrestling with getting myself squared away.
  2. 01/18/2016:  An icy morning drive introduced a day in which the clouds broke open and the sun shined brilliantly the entire time Darla and I wandered the riverbanks.
  3. 01/19/2016:  Woke up on that proverbial “wrong side of the bed” and never seemed able to get right with myself.
  4. 01/20/2016:  Julia and I spent the day in the car out scouting for photographs and just “looking at stuff,” a pastime I’m happy to be in a position to indulge more often.
  5. 01/21/2016:  Slept in and missed the morning yoga class, but I did make the 4:00 PM option, then followed up with a surprisingly excellent evening band practice in spite of myself.
  6. 01/22/2016:  Betty’s Divine holiday party included riding around in an RV, talking to friends new and old around a fire, and me being a complete teatotaler.
  7. 01/23/2016:  Live show tonight with American Falcon; one knows things are going to get odiferous onstage when your guitarist greets you at load-in with, “I just made the mistake of having a gigantic Mexican food dinner.”
  8. 01/24/2016:  “I’m not getting up until noon!” I said as I finally made it to bed at 3 AM Sunday morning, and I came close to living up to my word.
  9. 01/25/2016:  I know the whole “artisanal toast” thing at coffee shops is pretty trendy right now…but PB&J toast at Clyde Coffee is a luxury everyone should have the opportunity to enjoy.
  10. 01/26/2016:  Our old leather couch went to the dump today to make room for a new one being delivered tomorrow, but not before we broke out the knives and skinned it thoroughly to enable its hide to be reborn into something new and useful.
  11. 01/27/2016:  90 minutes over a couple beers talking poetry and other associated bullshit with one of my favorite poets.
  12. 01/28/2016:  A bald eagle takes off from a riverside snag and flies so close overhead that I could hear the hiss and flex of its wings, like words whispered into my ear.
  13. 01/29/2016:  There is a notable sense of the stakes being higher when trying to acquire reasonable proficiency with a tool whose sole purpose is lethal.
  14. 01/30/2016:  Debacle of nearly unprecedented proportions in the hot room today, at least so far as recent history is concerned.

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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.

7 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Weeks Sixty-Three and Sixty-Four”

    1. It was just a major yoga fail on my part. They got new humidifiers in the studio and it’s been like starting over again as far as the environment is concerned. If I weren’t so zen and fucking peaceful, I think I’d QUIT. Heh.

      1. The thing is, although that may be the funniest line I’ve read this week, I think you actually are kinda fucking peaceful. (Unless confronted with idiocy, and who can stand up in the face of that?)

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