Friday January 22 2016
Waking up at 11ish a.m.
Making breakfast for Ana and I. Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Strawberries, and Kefir. Yerba Mate Tea.
At noon I look outside the window and discover thick snowfall. It looks like somebody in the sky just cut open a down pillow and feathers are floating all over the city.
My goal today is to purchase an actual coat for winter instead of always using layers of hoodies and track jackets. Ana and I head to Plato's Closet and then H&M at Lynnhaven Mall.
When leaving the store Ana waits for me to get in front of her and open the front doors.
"Go!" I say. "Why are you always waiting for me to go? Why can't you lead the pack?"
"I don't like being the leader," she exclaims.
"Well I don't like it when you wait for me to lead cause sometimes I need you to lead!"
Back home. Making lunch for Ana and I: Scrambled Eggs, Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese, Corn Tortilla Chips with Avocado and Tomato, and Honey Green Tea.
Will joins us at the table with a cinnamon raisin bagel. We discuss the concept of emulators and how in the future almost everything will have a digital emulation for it.
We had planned to eat at Commune on 17th Street for brunch but as Ana states, "We had our own commune at the house."
Jimmy Napier had called me a few days ago offering me some music gear of his. He's my mom's ex-husband and father to my sister who died in '91. I have fond memories when I was a boy visiting his little apartment off Norfolk Avenue near Shadowlawn. He taught me how to play a bar chord on guitar. He also used to do a lot of solo gigs back in his day. Ana and I go over to visit him and his Vietnamese wife. We talk a little bit about music and traveling – and share tunes back and forth on guitar.
At the Rec playing pick-up basketball and shooting the ball around with Ana.
Back home. Making dinner: Brown Rice Quinoa Spaghetti with Tomato Basil Sauce and a Salad.
Chocolate Butterscotch Caramels.
Chilling on Ana's bed watching Portlandia and a bunch of movie trailers. Then, an exchange of I love you's and she's off to sleep.
Finishing up chores – prepping potatoes – washing grapes.
Sleep 3 a.m.
[i] Images by me.
Posted by James Robert Smith at 10:10 PM