Thursday September 11 2014

Emmy (September 11 2014)[i]

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A marathon is being held at the oceanfront. Even though it doesn't make sense it's understood the runners will start touching the Pacific Ocean and reaching the Atlantic Ocean at the end. I ride my bike through the crowd of runners on the boardwalk. It's nighttime. I reach the end where there's a pier. Somebody spots an alligator sticking its head out of the water. I look over the edge of the pier where there's a deep pit filled with blue fluorescent water. There are at least five or six alligators waiting at the bottom. We're all supposed to jump over it to the other side to finish the race.

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Waking up just before noon. Ana went out to the store and brought back blueberries and bananas for pancakes. I told her I didn't want to wake up too late. She's too polite when trying to wake me up. She rummages around the room quietly and tells me, "I know you said you didn't want to sleep too late."

My eyes are half open but I argue, "You know, you're not doing a very good job of waking me up."

Immediately, she darts over to the bedside with a big smile and hops on top of me.

Me: "There you go. You gotta be a little harsh."

Ana cooks the tastiest Blueberry Banana Pancakes I've ever had. Topping it off with this expensive Grade A Maple Syrup just makes it all that more perfect. Sipping on very strong Coffee (unintentionally made strong by Ana).

Lesson prepping.

Giving six music lessons at Music Makers, a mix of voice, piano, and guitar. I was supposed to have a thirty-minute break for lunch somewhere in between but one of the students came late and pushed everything back. DeeGee gives me an Apple to tide me over. One of my younger vocal students, Emmy (7 years-old), sometimes has a hard time paying attention and keeping her focus on the lesson. Today I tricked her into doing the solfége using a mini lego man left behind by another student...

After 7 p.m. I'm back home and able to make myself a late lunch: Scrambled Eggs, Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese and Strawberry Jam, Potato Chips, and Orange Juice.

Elliott stops by for a quick minute. He wanted to get a drink somewhere but I convince him to join me on the tennis courts with Ana and Whitney for some good old-fashioned amateur tennis.

Later, back at the house, Ana and Whitney team up in the kitchen making Caprese Salads and some kind of raw Almond Date Pie. Ana brings up a plate of everything to my room.

Strawberry Kombucha.

Learning the Tetris theme songs on piano.

Watching Bloodsport (1988).

Sleep at 4 a.m.

[i] Image by me.

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