Tuesday October 1 2013

The Great Gatsby book cover fleece.[i]

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With Elliott and a man we just met. We're about to go on a joy ride with motorcycles. I saddle myself onto an old moped with a kick-start lever. I pretend to know what I'm doing, which turns out well because I start it up no problem. We rev up the motors and zip down the boardwalk at the oceanfront. I'm having difficulty maneuvering around the tourists and passersby. We pass a card table where you can play quick-handed poker with buy-ins as cheap as $5. Why not? I give it a go. 

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Waking up kind of late at 11:17 a.m.

Vanilla Greek Yogurt with Oranges.

All day shift at China Wok.

On the down time today's research involves the pros and cons of microwaves. So many conflicting articles I'm finding. Nothing's conclusive. All I can find are opinions. Sometimes the only thing you can trust is intuition.

Egg Wrap with Tomatoes and Mayonnaise. Veggie and Flax Seed Tortilla Chips with Hummus. Honey Green Tea.

Business picks up, but not so dramatically. The miles rack up for me. And it's one of those days where orders are ready as soon as I arrive at the restaurant making my time behind the wheel an almost all day endeavor.

Listening to The Great Gatsby audio book on my iPod while facing the grotesque traffic conditions on the road. I've always been aware of how much time I spend in the car and decided recently I would no longer waste it staring blankly and angrily through the windshield without being productive in some way. Audio books can do the trick at distracting me from mundane-ness.

"It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well."

"But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires."

Delivering an order to Sir George Circle out in Kings Grant, a location that should be considered too far for us to deliver but they're a regular customer and I don't mind seeing Joanne Truitt's sprightly face. As I inspect the pretty green flourishing plants on her doorstep she mentions something about a guest finally leaving after 5 weeks. Apparently they were allergic to garlic and she's humorously thrilled to be ordering a China Wok dish with garlic sauce now. We exchange a hug like we always do and I'm off.

At the restaurant the daughters are running around with their backpacks on without a clue what to do, at least anything constructive. They've been working on homework assignments ever since they got off from school. And now the angst energy is high.

Off work and back home.

Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Watching Shadow Dancer (2012).

Everybody's hanging out. Josh, Sasha, Kevin, Ana, Leah, even Darren waltzes in unannounced all the way from Radford.

Dropping my car off at the shop overnight. Then taking the long route home on my bike while listening to the Gatsby audio book.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Before I hop in the shower I look into the mirror and give my belly a good inspection. I'm shocked. It's bigger than I recall. I can see its pot belly future if I don't start running more often, or stop eating cereal or something. I remember telling Ana the other day that I made a commitment to never let myself go like that, that I would stay healthy and fit well into my 30's, 40's, 50's, and so on. I brood in the shower.

Sleep 5 a.m.  

[i] The Great Gatsby book cover fleece.

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