Thursday July 18 2013

Iced Ankles (July 18 2013)[i]

Waking up at 12:57 p.m.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

Caylin, the Canadian couch surfer that was here a few weeks ago left a membership card for me with four classes of hot yoga left on it. So Ana and I join the 2 o'clock session. An hour of yoga sequences and sweating. Afterwards, we feel revitalized.

At the house. Still sweaty. I'm eager for love. I can't resist her salty body. We enjoy sex for a little while. Then, a shower. Then, feeding ourselves with Lentil Veggie Wraps. She talks about her former friends and how to examine whether or not people have that "inner glow".

Not feeling any sort of motivation I recline on the bed and take a power nap while Ana reads this Helen Keller book on optimism.

Later, I'm up. We get motivated and head to Trader Joe's for groceries; as well she had a craving for Mochi Ice Cream. She's wowed by all the wondrous variety of things in this store.

At the basketball courts with Ana. We brought a blue beanbag for her to recline in and read while I shoot around. A strange moment occurs when I approach her just past the 3-point line she looks up at me then I do a backhand shot without looking and make it – both of us impressed.

Me: "I don't even know how I did that! Seriously!"

This happens at least two more times.


Later, she gets up and joins me on the court. Even without basketball experience she's not bad and it's thoroughly entertaining. When she goes to retrieve the ball she miscalculates her step into a small dip in the grass underneath the rim and sprains her ankle. It doesn't make her immovable but it still hurts nonetheless.

In regards to spending the whole day with her I say, "I declare today a national holiday. It's national Khrizzia day!"

We order a large Cheese Pizza from Chanello's and watch Jeff, Who Lives at Home (2011), a heart warming comedy.

I help wrap up her ankle in a makeshift ice tourniquet.

While she drifts off to sleep I conduct some tedious research.

Sleep around 5 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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