Friday December 6 2013

Meghan Howland.[i]

Waking up at 11 a.m.

Frosted Shredded Wheat with Almond Milk. Cranberry Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

The temperature is in the 70's today. The 70's! In December. I'm wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Experiencing contrasting feelings – my body doesn't know what to make of it.

Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Popped Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.

I'm on the verge of a fever possibly – particular spots on my left arm feel sensitive.

The deliveries are steady – I'm kept behind the wheel for 90% of my shift. I can't get over this beautiful weather. I've got the windows down – letting all that fresh wind slap me in the face.

Enjoying the richness of a slice of Pecan Pie that Ana's mom made. Later, getting a sugar high.


After 9 o'clock Ana appears. She tags along with me in the passenger seat. My day always gets brighter when she visits, makes the dirt and grime of the day seem more manageable.

Back home. Enjoying dinner together. I, with my Hot and Sour Soup, Broccoli, Carrots, and Rice, and her with Orange Tofu.  


She tinkers through Beethoven songs on the piano while I do some writing. It's not often I get to hear her tickle the ivories. I creep down the steps carefully and stand behind the stairwell wall to listen. After finishing up a section of Fur Elise, she notices me and is of course embarrassed.

While taking a leak in the bathroom I hear sneaky commotion in the hallway; somebody's scheming. Josh says Kevin caused him a lot of strife today so he gathers a bowlful of frozen cranberries and tosses it in Kevin's bed while he's sleeping.

Kevin awakens abruptly and not exactly realizing what's going on commands, "Just get out. Just get out."

Sasha tried to film the incident on her phone. Even though I don't condone these kinds of pranks, or at least I wouldn't commit ones of such a caliber unless I truly felt justified in doing so, I can't help but laugh at the situation. Being entertained at the expense of another is a one of kind humor.

Later, in bed with Ana. We're preparing our bodies for sleep. She's feeling overwhelmingly uncomfortable because Aunt Flow is causing her tummy to rumble with pain. She describes the feeling as someone taking their hands and pulling apart her insides.

Me: "Gosh, that doesn't sound good. I'm sorry you don't feel good."

[i] Meghan Howland.

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