Yesterday's Fourth of July Ceremony:

Like any other day it was full of strange and beautiful juxtapositions. Lau is leaving for Buenos Aires on Monday and we used this precious day off to pack our entire entire house into boxes and cds and ipods. All the while there were firecrackers going off in the Mexican Barrio across the park from us and also the sounds of Indians pounding the big drum and dancing. They've been dancing there every week and then yesterday they danced again. I had this thought that they're probably the only ones in this entire town who know exactly what they are celebrating. But then sometimes the best ceremonies are those invented on the spot like the glasses of tea with mint Tim Patterson and I drank earlier that morning while checking out maps of the Front Range and discussing everything from dystopia to Raymond Carver.

Later that night after the Indian Drums had stopped and the walls of our house were bare I sat outside with Lau and we ate veggie burgers (and real burgers) and watched what we could of the fireworks shooting over Boulder. We were worn out from packing and boxing and downloading and backing-up but somehow felt wonderful like it was the best Fourth of July we'd ever had. I don't know why really except we know that in a few days we'll be apart for a month and that time's so fucking precious sometimes the best thing is to just work on something together in silence while all the noise and the flashes go off around you.

Now it's back to the mad routine and I'm out of here to go frame walls. The sounds of the Drum are gone and there's only the rush of cars along Foothills parkway.