[today: walk to Greenpoint to drop off resume with attached note thoughtfully printed with pieces from my stamp collection, take the train back to Bed-Stuy while considering the various life mistakes I’ve made, walk through the park home, trawl the nets for free things, buy denatured alcohol so we can cook because we STILL have a gas leak with no resolution in sight, and now I am waiting for Tyler to arrive so we can go eat doughnuts! Jake Weller remains faithfully committed to thirteen hour days at zee bike shop; what a trooper.]
Pacific Grove, CA. Land of brilliant sunshine and fog at night to feed the succulents, colorful sea anemones (of which I touched all of them), and John Steinbeck of long ago…
We were also able to discern that it was the town of missing kitties. Observe.
Shortly after arriving to the familial cabin, I was delighted to discover that there was a cat door! I was left with no other choice but to stick my head in it.
MORE TOMORROW, YOU HAVE MY PROMISE.