Put the Garbage Out

On the second of July I wrote that I was desperate to type the day before and skipped a lot.  I missed the train anyway and ended up waiting for the 558.  However after transferring, getting the bike and even picking up water at the store I made it home by 715—two hours.

My friend a wonderful woman made me dinner.  While eating we discussed the Napa trip.  I kept forgetting to call mom.  I went to my room and I posted and checked the professor’s emails.  When I was done my friend and I went running.  Later I found her with the same embroidery she had been working on for years.  She often deprecates it and I told her not to.  I looked at the map to Napa.  I was in bed at 12.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 640.  I packed and did a couple of other things.  I realized too late that I had not put the garbage out.  I rode to see some friends at Andytown at around 710 and then headed to Civic where I caught BART—I wasn’t certain how I had chosen to do that.  After dropping the bike I noted that Peet’s had sold their location to Scooter’s.

I barely made the 815 train and took the Shuttle while texting my friend.

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.