the witch doctor speaks his mind

the witch doctor speaks his mind. the weekend came to an end. i don't have to work today, but it sounds like andy might be starting a job. get this, ray allen is now andys neighbor. i can't believe it. i saw his brother last night.

rena and i talked for a long time today, slowly catching up. we reinforce. she saw the blow live! rena is getting me to read richard brautigan and anais nin. we give each other a head full of words. we are not at the river ranch.

i lived on the river for a long time. i heard it and watched it. i also rowed on 10+ miles of it for four years. but living on (above) water is strange. the bedrooms sliding door opens to the water. you sit on the edge and your legs dangle. i'm still injured from jumping in and not keeping my arms down. life goes on.

this weekend a lot happened. two parties in a row, reuniting, then to top it all off jeff and i got to go to the patriots game. it was a thriller, with new england pulling out the win, both sides calling great games and the eagles blowing it with a late interception when they could have kicked a field goal. incredible game, jeffs first, we showed everyone in Gilette Stadium our old pats towel.

heart, the verb.