I wrote that I thought that it wouldn’t be
a good idea to see a friend that night when I went to Park Chow. I had the same thing there that I always had
and read the NYT. I saw a friend that
writes poetry then and that was a surprise.
She said she would send a poem to me and I noted that she had when I sat
at the Shamrock a bit later. I spoke to the
bartender about the Edwardian Ball and noticed that a friend of a friend had
posted something about a birth day and so I messaged her on FB about it. My friend suggested I come to her sister’s
house so I got the bike and rode down.
Her brother-in-law let me in and she was
with her nephew. Her sister was making
dinner. I realized that I was going to
be stuffed around then. They fed me
crackers and beer. Their cat was super
cute. I held the babe for a photo shoot. We sat in the new dining area that they had
prepared. We ate kale and pasta and
talked about geography, college, vacations to Turkey and, of course,
babies. Eventually we were on the futon
watching the cat and baby. We had tea
and did the dishes. We left a bit later.
I felt full.
In the morning of the day that I wrote
this I learned that my friend had not in fact had a birthday. I had coffee with my friend on Valencia near
19th around 9 in the morning.
She bought a pastry for my mom which was nice. While we were getting ready to leave she
realized she had misplaced her phone so I volunteered to find it for her. That took about 20 minutes. After that I rode to Central Coffee where I
used my iPod in lieu of the internet at home.
In the meantime I got a call about a job. My friend asked me to go to the Lindy Hop in
the park. I sent an email to my poet friends. My friend from Long Beach texted to say that
I may see her when she was in the city.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This
Notebook Analysis series is meant to
be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In
each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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