i don't know what this means and i don't know why i'm putting this here. i seem to want to write *something* and i can't seem to write *something* without a Picture. oh this damn visual online journaling. suckssobad sometimes. what does "huelga" mean, anyway? i've been working on my spanish again, really. but this i don't know and maybe i don't care. if it is political i don't care. but the cat. i care. i miss *my* cat. last week, three times, i saw a cat that looked EXACTLY like King Tubby - each cat was different (but the same). once i even called him ... "Tubby? hey buddy?" and the cat turned around and looked "what?". well, of course it wasn't him. i seem to be feeling much loss lately. i have stayed in this place too long and now i am leaving and even though i have few connections (beyond my poet), i still feel much loss. much nostalgia. it is driving me crazy. sometimes i wonder how i will do it - leave - all of these tall trees and the old houses and the Real spring and the Real winter and my poet and my mini-loft and the brick sidewalks and the the the. hmm. what? i don't know! it's weird. i've never been anywhere for so long and i've become old and stuck and it is so hard to GO. of course i want to. of course i do. but ... but .... but ... this feels so crazy. enough! anyway, the poet and i had a lovely wildflower hike today. my ipodography sucked (mostly), but my fitness level is awesome. i'm astounded. never think you are too old! i can CLIMB now. without dying.