Monday July 5 2010

Shortly after 1:30 p.m. I wake up.

Breakfast: Toasted Bagel with Butter and Strawberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E, Alfalfa Grain.

Craigslist business.

James Nee comes over to talk about the art show we’re planning here at the house.

Trying to convince Emily that it’s not okay for the cat to drink out of the toilet.

Using the Rug Doctor I rented from Big Lots to clean the carpet while James lies on the couch.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Mango Oolong Tea. Apricot.

Returning the carpet-cleaning machine to Big Lots, then stopping by the Thrift Store next door. A nice old lady wearing a straw hat and a green flower attached to it asks me to help carry a shelf to her car. “Where’s your car, mam?” I can see blotches of sweat collected under her eyes as they strain to locate her car. “I think it’s over in the shade somewhere.”

I find a big monster truck tire on the street in my neighborhood. This will make for good seating on the porch.

Going to the storage unit to meet Chris for practice. Before he gets there I conduct some investigating of my own in regards to the break-in of my van last night. Some of the clues and discoveries: shoe prints on the fencing by the building, a big rock was dug out of the ground and, from the looks of it, thrown on top of the fence causing a dent on the pointy end. I take a walk around outside the perimeter of the facility and find a well-tracked trail with more shoe prints of the same kind in the sand. Along the trail I find some of my stuff on the ground including cough drops, bug spray, a tape measure, and brown paper bags from Trader Joes. Further down I find an old blue pick-up truck surrounded by more discarded items from another possible theft. Continuing on, the trail leads me to the backyard of the boarding house next door.

Some new theories on the motive of the robbers: they were searching for drugs or stashes of something, which would explain why they opened all the compartments. They were stupid enough to drop items in the line of sight from the storage unit and leave them on the path but smart enough to lock the doors when they left and do everything out of sight from the security cameras.

Picking up Becca from her work and meeting at Waffle House.

Me: “You’re like a receptacle for me on Mondays. We come here and I’m like bluaaaaahhh.”

Our waitress is talking with another customer about her kids being rowdy and without noticing she says, “…and the fit hit the shan!” rather than saying, ‘the shit hit the fan’.

Talking about the different roles people play in relationships – how when one person plays the inferior role, the other plays the superior role – or it’s just situational, so when one person flips out the other person senses the need to be calm.

Talking about stealing, “There’s something really wrong about that.”

“I feel like I’m being prepared for something big, like my house is going to burn down or something, or I’m going to lose everything I own or something.”

Eating a Buffalo Grilled Chicken Sandwich.

Later, at Becca’s house drinking a glass of cold Milk and eating some Berger Cookies.

Talking with Doug over the phone and finalizing some Musicplayer designs for stickers and t-shirts.

Becca is going through a bag of old clothes.

Back at home, cleaning as much as I can for the inspection tomorrow.

Eating half of a Nutella Sandwich and an Apricot.

Sleep around 6 a.m.

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