At Pure Grain for a rainy Sunday morning, half listening to the old men solving the problems of the world, in English and Spanish. Wanted Heritage house, but stayed in bed listening to the rain a little too long, wishing that I had company in my bed. **sigh** who’s fault is that? I wish that I was with her right now. Soon enough I guess, but I wish I could talk to her now. Twenty years and I still would be like the dog that finally caught the truck; “Now what?”
Nothing too exciting for today. Will force myself to work on the everlasting to-do list. Will see how long I can work before Marco’s boredom drives me out the house. Or I could always take some pills and sleep to dream the pain away.
That’s all the energy I have for posting really for now. I wish I had the energy to do more. Need to get motivated like the old men are saying.
Probably not the best place to goto for someone that gets annoyed with people waiting in line during COVID. But the eye candy and people watching on a nice Sunday morning can’t be beat so in line I guess I’ll stay.
There is something to be said for the youth and energy of a college town. And the old man/daddy eye candy that is all around doesn’t hurt things either. It does make me miss working at a college bookstore. Maybe if I get fed in a reasonable amount of time I’ll walk around a bit.
I want to get the lady with the dog kicked out so I can take her seat. But I’m not going to be catty and dramatic; just going to be thankful for the seat I have.
Watching the friends, the families, the couples getting together for Sunday brunch. In the distance I can hear the live music coming from Davis park. The meds much be working as I’m not lamenting my lonely existence like I usually do or trying to matchmaker myself with everyone that walks by.
The champagne in the mimosa is dry but the alcohol in it is nice, like welcoming an old friend.
My mind is wondering what kind of face I need to have for someone to come up and talk with me
The food is good, if not for the fact it’s the same thing I get whenever I come here. I really should order a crepe the next time I come here.
It never ceases to amaze me how tethered we are to our phones. The irony of me typing this on my phone is not lost on me.
I would love to stay and just casually look at people all day, but I can already feel the lonely and jealous thoughts forming and n the back of my mind. **sigh** not sure if the mimosa is helping me or those thoughts. Let me get my Mint Mojito from Philz coffee and drive back to the imaginary safety of my room.
Downtown at the German bakery wait for Barry to get his hair cut at Barber Joe’s. After a year of COVID, it is nice to be able to sit outside with a snack & drink and just people watch. To forget about all the other troubles in the world and the ones that I have. Can’t totally escape the world though. For every 5-10 people & couples a homeless person walks by. Were they always here 30 years ago when we were pretending to play adult and have coffee drinks at Cafe Dolcè? *sigh* To be close to homelessness but elite enough to casually think about the homeless problems while eating at a patio café; this country is really fucked up on different levels.
The meds continue to throw my body and mind out of wack, although maybe the haze that I’m on is what I need right now.