the heat is melting my energy away. i can’t stand to do anything for more than 5 minutes before my brow begins to drip with sweat, short-circuiting my brain. i need an electric fan.
i fell asleep after writing that paragraph.
it’s now almost 8pm, and i’m drinking my first cup of coffee of the day. joel and i are checking out bang! (finally, he says) to my minor apprehension (alright, already, i say). it’s 18-and-over, and i haven’t been to one of those kinds of places since i was, well, 18. i am such a grandma. last night, we sat in the dimly lit bar, staring at each other. a chorus of yawns dotted our silence.
“what time is it?” erlina asked.
i looked at my watch. “11:30.”
(i already knew this.)
fifteen minutes later we left the bar and went home. i crawled into bed soon after that and woke up to the sound of a lawn mower. it was 8am. you’d think i’d be cranky, but somehow i wasn’t. i just jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and did my errands. trader joe’s for the usual weekly staples, the post office to send out a super secret package, a photo supply store to get film for my new toy. and then i played house for the rest of the afternoon.
i took turns sitting in various spots in our living room for five minutes at a time, imagining two weeks from now, smiling to myself.
tomorrow i’m celebrating father’s day with a cell-to-cell phone call, wishing my dad a happy day over the sounds of slot machines. i’ve also been promised the best cheeseburger in LA. i have my doubts, but i’m willing to give it a try.