pygmy

a few nights ago i played cello for a dying dog. i was walking back to my van after busking, and this (drunk? slightly swaying) dude standing next to his car with all the doors open strikes up a conversation with me "is that a cello? ... oh, that's amazing ... sometimes i play my ukulele for Angel. Angel's my dog ... She's got cancer ... Hey, would you play for her?" etc. so, naturally, i unpack my shit and play a couple songs, why not. meanwhile he opens his cell phone and starts calling, apparently, everyone he knows, his mom, his girlfriend, his various friends, explaining ramblingly "there's this girl who's playing cello for Angel, check it out" and putting the receiver up to it.

today, i had the 3rd 20something homeless wanderer of this week telling me he loved me as he passed by.

i also had a guy tell me all about this big contract he's got on the horizon with home depot and how if it goes through he'll give me a $100 bill next time he sees me.

i also met a guy (also living in his vehicle) who's been all around photographing old growth forests for some conservation effort.

and i've been meeting up with another guy who's showing me the ropes with regards to train hopping. he's been doing it since he was 14 years old, he's written publications about it, he's been on every single section of track in the pacific northwest. and he helped me fix my radiator when it decided to die.

so. yup. that's what i've been up to-- among many other things. like playing jokes on my friends-- for instance, tucking in the raccoon hide that i tanned into his bed and leaving it for him to find. also planning on an extended camping trip, soon, with another friend who just moved up here earlier this week from reno. should be fun.