Friday July 10 2015
Waking up 11:13 a.m. with half naked Ana next to me. Sex is in order.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Chia Seeds, Maple Syrup, Peaches, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Iced Coffee.
Errands. At Chartway talking with Angela about setting up a CD or a savings account. Picking up some supplies at the Garden Center.
Grilled PB&J with Bee Pollen. Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea. Plumcot.
Watching Supremacy (2014).
Skipp, our long lost food angel, shows up late in the afternoon with a van full of unwanted food from Trader Joe's. He usually takes all of it to a church that gets it donated to the needy but there're so many perishables he kindly drops it by our house first. Will and I do our best to pick through the rotten strawberries and such – prepping and cleaning all the other fruit.
Pumping air into my new car tires with my bike pump – I discovered one of them was deflated to half the PSI it should've been. Repairing the gas cap lid.
Fixing a quick dinner: Black Beans, Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Carrots, Onions, and Basmati Rice.
At The Taphouse in Norfolk. I'm performing with Ladada tonight. Ladada shows have become so commonplace I can't keep count. I put on the longhaired wig and do my thing on bass. Ross's second show with us – he's a talented drummer. Josiah's guitar keeps going out of tune after every song, probably from the whammy bar, but nobody cares. It's rock n roll. A band from Richmond called Hot Dolphin wows and blisters our ears with a nostalgic punk sound. Talking with Ana and Will at the bar about how genres like this that have been around for years and years become so much the norm that it's not even provocative anymore. Wandcarver haunts us and makes us smile at the same time with a sound that Will describes as being the soundtrack to a black and white film from the 1950's where teenagers are abducted by aliens on a beach. I gulped down a Hoegaarden and a Purple Haze in between bands. My left arm is itching like crazy – I'm getting tired of this heat rash, hives, or whatever it is. It being a nuisance is an understatement.
Back home. Chitchat with Ana in her bedroom.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Image by me.
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