




There’s a section in A Moveable Feast where Hemingway says “When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
When I read this book last weekend I really connected with this passage. And maybe that’s an extremely pessimistic way to look at the world, but I think it’s the way I’ve been feeling lately. Now it’s June but it’s technically still spring and here in Portland we are just getting the first of our really nice weather. Lately I’ve felt generally really happy but when I wake up on a sunny weekend day and think about all the places I could go but usually just the right company never falls into place and I’m left feeling a little itchy. Have been enjoying spending my non-work time alone…
