Tonight after some dinner and an episode of “Providence” (*don’t ask my why I watched it…I don’t even like it that much), I move with my book to the frontmost part of the livingroom, (which I call the ‘front porch’, probably because it used to be one) and read for what seems to be a long time.
It is an unusually humid and warm night for this time of year which makes me only wonder with dread, what July will bring. I detest hot, sticky weather and am determined that when I can afford to, I will eventually live someplace where it never gets warmer than 70. So far I like the idea of cool, grey London, rainy Seattle and San Francisco, with it’s cool bay winds, although I know San Fran can get warm too. I have been to the latter (it was in May about ten years ago) but have never visited the other two.
Anyway, the whole rest of the house is very warm and still and so there I sit, gradually becoming aware of feeling a little sweaty, and of how dark it is getting, since I keep tilting my book more toward the light, which is fading fast.
Later tonite I’m supposedly going to meet up with Cheryl, and her friend Tiesha and we don’t exactly have any plans, or money, for that matter, and it’s not really for sure whether we’re getting together but she said she’d call around 7-ish. Well it’s way past ish now and I got up from my book perch to step outside where I hope to cool off a bit.
I saunter out onto the atrium, barefoot, armed with my cordless phone and I fight with a light wind out of nowhere, to light a cigarette. I smoke for a few minutes but I don’t stay for long because soon I am afraid someone will lock the front door on me before I can come back in.
I go back in and read some more of my Laurie Fox novel, of which I can’t seem to get enough. I am now hell-bound to get my hands on and read everything of hers if it kills me. I am inspired by her characters, although they are based people from her real life, I am in love with them and their plights. Is plights a word? I don’t know.
My God, I just now notice all the traffic and wonder where the hell it is coming from but then I realize that I am very near the ‘West Suh-IIDE’, where, as you may or may not know, many of St. Paul’s Mexican-Americans reside, who, I’m sure are all out galavanting and whoo hoo-ing, full of cerveza and bad intentions. Perhaps if my plans fall through, I will ride the bus down there and see what kind of trouble I can get into. Haha…I kill me. As IF. Like I’m some kind of puta on a mission. Damn.
I don’t have much else to share tonite but perhaps I will, manana.
I suppose I’d better get offline now, before Cheryl pulls up (I hope) and tosses a brick into my window w/a note attached that says ‘get OFFLINE!’ Stranger things have happened.
“..and it’s too late baby, now its too late/though we really did try to make it/something inside has died/and I can’t hide and I can’t fake it” -Carole King
Same day, different year..
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Another highlight was when I got home, my iPAQ pocket PC came in the mail, which I bought from eBay, as a birthday gift to myself. It’s really cool and I can’t want to trick it out with tons of cool stuff. Some people buy these buggers so that they can instant message their buddies, play games or mp3’s while away from home. Me, I’m gonna use it to keep track of contacts, addresses/phone numbers, meetings, to-do lists and check mail while I’m out and about. I have to get a network card for it but it should be fairly easy for me to find one for under $40. The pic above is a pic of the model that I purchased..