Tonight after some dinner and an episode of \u201cProvidence\u201d (*don\u2019t ask my why I watched it\u2026I don\u2019t even like it that much), I move with my book to the frontmost part of the livingroom, (which I call the \u2018front porch\u2019, probably because it used to be one) and read for what seems to be a long time.<\/p>\n
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 \u00a0detest 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\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Later tonite I\u2019m supposedly going to meet up with Cheryl, and her friend Tiesha and we don\u2019t exactly have any plans, or money, for that matter, and it\u2019s not really for sure whether we\u2019re getting together but she said she\u2019d call around 7-ish. Well it\u2019s way past ish now and I got up from my book perch to step outside where I hope to cool off a bit.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t stay for long because soon I am afraid someone will lock the front door on me before I can come back in.<\/p>\n
I go back in and read some more of my Laurie Fox novel, of which I can\u2019t 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\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
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 \u2018West Suh-IIDE\u2019, where, as you may or may not know, many of St. Paul\u2019s Mexican-Americans reside, who, I\u2019m 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\u2026I kill me. As IF. Like I\u2019m some kind of puta on a mission. Damn.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t have much else to share tonite but perhaps I will,\u00a0manana<\/em>.<\/p>\n I suppose I\u2019d better get offline now, before Cheryl pulls up (I hope) and tosses a brick into my window w\/a note attached that says \u2018get OFFLINE!\u2019 Stranger things have happened.<\/p>\n \u201c..and it\u2019s too late baby, now its too late\/though we really did try to make it\/something inside has died\/and I can\u2019t hide and I can\u2019t fake it\u201d -Carole King<\/p>\n \nOther posts on this day:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tonight after some dinner and an episode of \u201cProvidence\u201d (*don\u2019t ask my why I watched it\u2026I don\u2019t even like it that much), I move with my book to the frontmost part of the livingroom, (which I call the \u2018front porch\u2019, probably because it used to be one) and read for what seems to be a … <\/p>\nSame day, different year..<\/h3>\n