Sunday June 28 2015
Waking up at 11:05 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Iced Coffee with Cream and Honey.
All day shift at China Wok.
For the first three hours there is absolutely no deliveries. ZERO. I keep myself busy scheduling and planning for the week on the computer. Meanwhile, Janice and Eileen try to tell me knock knock jokes that they make up on the spot.
Scrambled Eggs. Naan Bread with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese and Jam. Guacamole Corn Bites. Honey Green Tea.
Deliveries here and there but nothing worth mentioning, except the usual analytical thoughts racing through my brain.
Dark Chocolate with Hazelnuts.
The night oozes along – not many deliveries to speak of. At some point after 9 p.m. my mood will switch to one of two modes, either lazy-tiresome monster or a revved up frenetic puppy dog. Tonight my spirits are with the latter. I didn't have any caffeine since noon so I don't know what causes this syndrome of frenetic energy. I'm bouncing around in my car to great tunes on the stereo feeling completely prime and ready to drive straight into the moon.
Off work and back home.
Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.
Finishing Rosewater (2013).
After settling in and doing most everything I need to do I receive a sudden burst of inspiration to pump up the tires on my bike and ride into the night. Reading last year's blog entries about my rejuvenating night rides kind of made me jealous of my ghost. After listening to that podcast the other day on micro-adventures I really wanted to do this and make this a regular part of my nightly activities.
I didn't really have a chance to talk with Ana when I got off work and I noticed she called me. I take a break and call her back. I talk about how I want to ride at a fast pace on my bike...
Me: "I wanna go fast!"
Ana: "Live fast. Live long."
Me: "Haha! I don't think that's how it goes but I like that one."
Over by the 1st Street jetty I lean over the railing where the water ripples and hits the rocks. There're a couple people night fishing. A heron stands completely still close by waiting for fish. I follow suit and just stand there listening to the sounds and feeling the breeze. I miss the sounds of the natural world. Urban environments get old and feel mundane after a while.
Continuing on. While zipping down the boardwalk I witness two teenage girls giggling and snapping a photo of a homeless man sleeping on a bench like it was an attraction for tourists or something. I almost turned around and took a photo of them because what they were doing was an attraction to me but it was too late.
Passing by the old Cavalier hotel. It's under construction/renovation. All the lights are brightly lit through each window. With the moon hiding behind the clouds above it creates a haunting image.
Back home. Kevin just got back from open mic at Tapped. Stacy and him are giving each other a hard time. I brought back a couple dozen free bagels from the bagel shop across the street (dumpster dove). They both toast their own serving.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Image by me.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 12:21 PM