“Benjamin Pratt is a fucking prick!!!”
I thought I was dreaming when I heard that and opened my eyes to see 1:25AM on the alarm clock. And then quickly gathered that a couple of very drunk men were having a major Benji-bashing session right outside my studio windows, all the while blowing pot smoke into my apartment. They went on in full pitch for another good 20 minutes or so, as I sat there in the dark corner typing and then deleting, typing and then deleting “911” on my iPhone, unsure whether this situation was cop-worthy or not. Why do people yell when they’re drunk? Eventually, they left but took my night’s rest with them. Sleep robbery, is there such a crime? That was this morning.
It’s been quite an adjustment, these bright summer nights of Pacific Northwest. The record-breaking heat wave got me leaving the windows open when I go to bed, which in turn made me realize that a lot goes on at nights just outside my windows – from which these double-paned, energy-efficient, newly-installed Portland windows have obviously been sheltering me. Needless to say, the heat, the noises and the PNW night lights made a good night’s rest a very elusive thing for me lately.
After tossing and turning for a while, I gave up, got up, made coffee and then got the day rolling. It turned out to be a good thing, because I got to get a nice little 5-miler in before the rest of the neighborhood woke up.
I thanked the trees and summer flowers as I ran. Yeah, Portland has hot days too, but it also has these tall old trees and beautiful flowers, ever so soothing and refreshing. I’m already looking forward to fall.
I have been consistently running 5 miles when I go out for a run as of late. It’s been fun to run in different direction each morning, discovering parts of my neighborhood that I haven’t seen before. It also helps me organize my thoughts and come up with a mental list of things to do for the day. As always, there is a lot going on. I have some out-of-town art festivals coming up in the near future. And the First Thursday in the Pearl is in full swing now, for which I have a seasonal spot. (Come out and say hello, if you’re in Portland.) It will be a busy summer of making, painting and selling. The big hustle.
I’ve been working on a commissioned project all week. It’s coming along beautifully. I feel like I owe it to running.
I’m seriously wishing for a quiet night tonight. Although, judging from how things had been, I doubt that my wish will come true. Hopefully, I’d be too tired to notice or care.
Freaking Benjamin Pratt… Why does he have to be such a prick?