Rain falls outside an Oregon tavern. A large flock of geese just flew by in full glory and I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever seen geese fly from inside a dive bar. I liked it a lot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am drinking the local porter.\nRegulars are playing pool and philosophizing about pool. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thirty minutes ago I finished Anna\nKarenina<\/em>, suicide-by-train and all, 820 pages in tiny print. I\nhad forgotten about the big rainstorm and lightning strike near the\nend, the scene that opens Levin’s mind to other spiritual\npossibilities besides Christianity. It’s a damn fine rain scene,\ncosmic, but it was merely a summer squall that lasted 30 seconds or\nso and then the sun came out. Rain epiphanies in Western Oregon\nemerge from longer lasting moments. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am about ready to write a letter to a\ngreat friend. Her loyalty to me in recent years has uplifted my life.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Oregon City memoir is finished. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had the blues the other day and went\nto the beach to arrest them. It took all of five minutes and\nencountering five choice cuts of fresh beaverwood to not only arrest\nthe blues, but to obliterate them. What is it about these pieces of\ngnawed wood from way up in the watersheds that delight me so. My\ncollection now pushes 1000. I carry a three-inch piece in the pocket\nof mycorduroy coat as a lucky charm, surely the only one of its kind\nin the Oregon, or all of the world for that matter. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n I got to babysit my neighbor’s dog the\nother night. What joy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rain falls outside an Oregon tavern. A large flock of geese just flew by in full glory and I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever seen geese fly from inside a dive bar. I liked it a lot. I am drinking the local porter. Regulars are playing pool and philosophizing about pool. Thirty minutes […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5845,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5844","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-of-walking-in-rain","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5844","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5844"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5844\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5847,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5844\/revisions\/5847"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5845"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5844"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5844"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5844"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}