Monday May 16 2011

DREAM: I’m at some kind of summer camp. The campground is so vast that I have a scooter to help me get to places. Something bad has happened—something apocalyptic and everyone’s gathering somewhere. I choose not to join up so urgently and stay behind.

I hear Rachel faintly just outside my door, “Robert. Dad. Robert.” She opens up and steps in to find me asleep. “Why are you guys always right?” I guess they predicted I’d be sleeping, which I am but obviously I’m awake now.

Waking up just after 3 p.m.

Breakfast: Plain Bagel with Peanut Butter and Honey. Orange Juice.

Google work.

Work at China Wok.

It’s fun to watch the pedestrians on Virginia Beach Blvd. I catch a black kid riding his bike, flailing his arms and spitting rhymes out loud with no care in the world if anyone hears him. Then, I spot Kenneth’s twin—no joke—more like Kenneth on steroids—tricked out in huge black skater jeans with chains hanging out, long hair, a cluster of necklaces and medallions—the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all day.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Blueberry Yogurt.

Rachel keeps sending me photo texts…

More Google work.

Rachel walks in with a bag of books on her head, figuratively speaking—the complex issues are a lot to bear. She sits on my lap like a child talking with a father or maybe Santa Claus? There are things that worry her and scare her. There are things that are precious to her. There are people that she loves. There are habits. But she is alive and full of light.

Me: “But that’s what life is all about. I mean, would you rather be lying in a bed for the rest of your life or have this? Conflict is what makes stories interesting.”

Eating a Mango. Making Rachel and the house a special concoction I call Cream of Honey Suckle, which is just Jasmine Tea with Coconut Milk and Honey/Brown Sugar.

Pita and Hummus.

Spying on Carmen and Margot discussing Animorphs and having girl talk.

As I was in the kitchen slaving away, Margot’s sitting in the brown chair and spouts out, “I’m bored! I’m going to bed.” “No you’re not!”

Attempting to cook a Lamb that was dumpster dove the other day with Mixed Vegetables. It turns out alright. The kids are loving it.

Kevin, talking about Josh, “But you dress like a vegetarian, or a Presbyterian!”

In my room—She satisfies me to no end.

Downstairs, joining Carmen, Anthony, and Josh—watching Ace Ventura Pet Detective and sipping on wine.

Sleep 5:20 a.m.

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