kazatasupa

words fail me.

i couldn't write my music term paper... so i skipped the final. trumped by a funk.

writing in livejournal has also become laborious. this is a strange place, really... not depression, or boredom, but a definite lack of joy. i simply don't care about much anymore. i'm going to sabotage everything i've worked for the past four years... the idea makes me smile.

i'm looking forward to vacation in three weeks. there are a few things i am looking forward to while in burney. i should call andy to see if he wants to spend some time in bridgeport with my brother and i. it's been a long time since last hearing his voice.

i can't wait to photograph bears.

i need a nap.

That's the headline from my hometown's online newspaper...

lol

I need to find my grandmother, and give her a little hug goodbye.

There were some things I wanted to get done here, but as is the usual, I have run out of time. I wish I could have had more time for research on the Burney Valley... I think that will be something of a life-time passion. I wish I had the chance to see more of Willie and Brenda. I should have seen Willie's dad. I wish I could have gone to the Pit River Tribal office... asked for anything about their history.

A few sad things: Les is dying. He's the eighty-six year old gentleman with whom my parents have been neighbors with for nearly 25 years. Les is a neat person, and I will miss him. He has bone cancer, with less than two weeks... I guess Andy had it right, so many years ago: all good things must come to an end (I know Andy doesn't own the origin of the saying, but he recited it when it seemed most practical).
My high-school football coach's daughter has been arrested for a murder committed in 1992. She admitted, on Christmas Eve, to killing her then-husband. No reason was given. I need to write coach a letter... He did so much for me, when I was young and confused. I owe a lot of who I am to that man.

That's it.. the closing note. I am leaving on a jet plane.. I don't know when I'll be back again...

Goodbye, Burney...
This is home.