October 25, 2006

It's raining hard in Essaouira and the streets are flooded. The Kat is reading and I'm singing Harry Chapin tunes - trying to remember the words - and thinking about my dad. The Cat's in the Cradle, Thirty-thousand Pounds of Bananas, Mister Tanner was a cleaner... The French pair of mother and son are in their room across the hall smoking hash with the French owner (dude is baked 24/7). "I go flyyyyyy-ing, so hiiiiigh, when I'm stoned..." - you know, that song about the taxi driver in San Francisco who needs one last fare and picks up an ex from way back... "I said where you going to my lady blue, it's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain..." Always a different kind of thinking when you travel, clearer, stuff you haven't thought about in a while - my uncle Paul... that horse made out of suit cases underneath the guest bed at Grandpa and Marnie's house... how much I look like my brother right now with my beard and short hair...

Listening to Finlay Quaye now on my cheap little MP3 player. Groovin' and moving around the room while The Kat giggles. She reaches over and gives me a hug at the edge of the bed. She's all warm and soft. "You just survive soldier, and your soul is beautiful, and your so-u-oul is good."

It's clearing up outside and the streets have nearly drained. A clean slate. One more song then a shower...

It's pouring again. It was looking good there for a minute. Supposed to meet Ben and Kate for Scrabble at 3pm. We had a very grown-up dinner with them last night, complete with Flag beer and a terrific Moroccan red.

Rocking out to Broken Social Scene... dancing around playing air drums and air guitar. I am in the band right now. Watching the rain fall hard at 45 degrees.